Honey Soaked. Poem by Jacob Underwood

Honey Soaked.

As cute honey flowers cannot show my heart.
As the love is so pure it makes me sick.
I dance and sway in between lines with how I feel about you.
The petals dance with my feet tangling me.
As your love makes red flowers bloom from my head.

This dream is not real, get your head on right and reverse it.

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