I smile.
Sweetheart is friendly with everyone,
But it’s a saccharine insecurity
That drips me in honey and flowers,
And after a while the sweetness is too rich
And I yearn to get away.
Frightened of offending anyone,
Sweetheart yearns to be loved,
And walks the extra mile a dozen times every minute.
Aah!
She was there when I needed her,
And my gratitude is deeper than her well of caresses -
But don’t come too close.
Sweetheart
This is a verse of the poem "As I walked home". Buy the book here
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