For you, sweetie, honey-bunch

To taste the sweetness in a book remaining manifest alive.

To feel the world in which it took irregulars spoiling lives.

To see that masquerade portray inspiration of our mind.

To seek the love for rare fruit from Heaven sent divine.

To soar above by net and hook answering prayers sought.

To smell of incense by ancient cook disposable passion’s caught.

To find a riddle in an answer Shakespeare cat off cart.

To understand wisdom’s vision counteracts demonic art.

To touch at tears love forsook charities binding hug.

To embrace you with God and son spirit’s uniting tug.