His voice is sweet like honey,
Smooth and delicious.
The beat of his heart;
Creating the tempo for my fortress.
"Do I make you feel safe?"
"You make me feel like no-one else is alive."
My reply is lemon juice;
Mixing with his voice,
To create a warmth I never knew.
[Okay: Note this. People have been saying that they're confused be this poem but just think of the drink; Honey & Lemon and I think you'll catch the drift. Thanks for all the improvement tips.]
