Honey your love is a pleasantly sharp lance
that penetrates to the darkest depths of my heart.
It is a flaming arrow of joy that pierces the
armor of my soul with its compassion.
Like a mason it rebuilds the stony walls in
the castle of my mind with its wonderful peace.
And my sweet lady your love dries up the painfully,
sad moat that rings my life.
Donavon Scott Vinson