The tenderest honeysuckle

Like a princess who deserved her prince,

I was always sweet;

dripping tenderness from my eyes

like honey from a comb.

One day He came and

took from me a small taste

that grew myself

rotten and unseemly.

Taste buds left stuck deep

to all the sap that

dwelled in me.

Another day,

further, when years had gone

by,

lonely,

I cried. Which brought back the buzzing spark

I thought had

forever died.

It filled me full again,

so that I burst!

Cascading, radiating,

all that once was long closed.

All that remained was pure jubilation

from these new tears

that rose.