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Nectar Bytes & Thorns

Nectar Bytes & Thorns

—the HoneyBeeBard

Love can be hated,
and hate can be loved.

Hate should be hated,
and love should be loved.

Love can be despised,
yet desperation adored.

Love can cure hate;
hate cures nothing.

Love is a battle,
a battle for love.

Those thorns poke holes,
cold as hell,
that only love can warm and heal.

And yet from all this—
Out of love and thorn—
Emerges one face…
framed in sunlight…
through the parting clouds
my muse.

A woman’s memory is forever;
and forever lives in a man’s memory.

A woman’s presence is a mark—
a forever mark upon a man.

That mark becomes a symbol,
a hope of permanent impression
leaving one silent with awe.

My heart speaks truth—
I say everything with my heart.
It is transformative.

That is—
you.

Your love—
Your memory—
Your mark—
is forever,
within me.

This is—
not myth;
it is revelation.

“Nectar bytes” of wisdom and fragmentation—
earned through the “thorns” of experience.

“Only God’s universe—
is our limit to love.”
— The HoneyBeeBard

essential
memorable
we
shall
be
together
forever
…is God’s message for all of us.

Closing nectar bytes…

Hate should be hated; love should be loved.

Your presence leaves a forever mark; forever in my consciousness.

Love cures hate; hate cures nothing.

Only God’s universe is our limit; our love is infinite in that expanse.

And…

As You are—The Sacred Feminine is sacred, the Muse,
the bloom at the heart of my life,
the honey bee gathering nectar amidst thorns.

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