When you took me out to the field

I was so sure we were just friends

 

But the sweet smell of nectar on your hands

and the cherry color of your lips coated in yellow. . .

 

A feeling of love, a pure love I didn't know 

came over me

 

You didn't notice how my eyes went pink as I stared

Maybe you already knew, maybe you didn't

 

I made it clear though when I tasted the honey

of your lips