Nectar with a Sting

Golden nectar with a sting
What is this so troubling thing
That anvils fly and feathers fall
Attacked in this most meagre hall
Oh I'll admit to loving pillows
But that last one would fell willows

Love does not fast within me grow
First seeds of respect do sow
Friendship blooms with spring's lather
Then bees explore and to them gather
Within dark hives they collect
With dark 'cantations of their sect

Sometimes from that love might grow
But it's not something I can know
Focusing on the goal will lead
To friendship fields gone to seed
So I try to enjoy my time
Smelling flowers like sweet wine

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This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2006