-Herojit Philem
The sweetness of honey,
I shall never taste again
Never shall I experience the gait
Gripping a grip of someone
To fantasize about the angelic expression
I shall offer no moment.
For you, I gave up everything.
When you are with me
Every single nightly sound
Seems to draw you and me tight
I can sense the way you devour me
The thrill you offer me every moment
Let me put away all business
And I gave up everything
For you Dear Poetry!