HONEYSUCKLE GLOWS
HONEYSUCKLE GLOWSTimes a waisting, could be tasting, the sweeter side of life.
A bitter tongue, sours the day, need there be more to say?
How do we see, with our eyes closed? how can we know,
without a open heart? How can we feel without reaching
hands and hearts, making sweet memories is a start.
Watch the bee's, as the honeysuckle grows,
Their only here for a season, then they go.
The cherry has it's pit, the rose has it's thorn.
we all started to die, the day we were born.
Now is the time for living, the time for giving,
Love so free, we have today.
No reject-er, to life's sweet nectar.
To the bee that honeysuckle glows,
like the Love in you should show
wriiten by: Jim Seal
Jim Seal
Copyright ©2009 Jim Seal
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