Honey

The last time I've seen you was in the beginning of summer, You were surrounded by friends and I felt like a newcomer, Even though I've been there for years, You extroverts brought me to tears.

Several months pass by in a dazed blur and I encounter you On the exact same place, with the same sweet, beaming smile too -it is like your trademark, isn't it? The reason for an annoyed fit.

You speak to a group of people, a tale you found online, Yet the aura that you have makes it sound purely divine -the careful pronunciation, as if talking to a friend, Looking as if you cannot pretend.

A short-term fascination turned into jealousy, and more -in between my consciousness and dreams, you're on the shore, Admired, envied, and ideal, Your role has infinite appeal.

I came to the conclusion that you are like honey -sweet, kin, and melting, making the day sunny. Your laugh turns grey into rainbow, If we were one, I couldn't feel low.