He was pale honey
Paler than honey was the night
Softer than satin was the light, from the stars.
Eyes were blue diamonds
Brighter than diamonds were his eyes
I listened for the tender sighs, love was ours.
Our love I held tightly
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
And at the end, long was the glow.
Of pale honey
And in my heart I know
That he would never go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent read about pale honey/ love the title.