The words on your lips

   Are sweeter than honey;

Every letter that drips

   I want to catch in a jar,

To save a little for later

   For honey never rots

Forever more to savour

  Whether you stay or not.

Let not your precious words

   Be spilled over the ground,

To be licked up by hungry birds

   Or trampled under sandals.

Every word you speak

   Is sweeter than honey;

And I know that when I'm weak

   Your taste will lift me up.

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• Date written: May 12, 2017 • Word Count: 81 • Line Count: 16 • Stanza Count: 1 •