BLAZING NECTAR

Sweet fire
Toasty days under the sun
Roaming through the forest searching for honey
Runs through my veins.
You were a spitfire, a gal to be reckoned.
No one dared challenge you
We shared lemonade on the porch in the warm evenings
We laughed over cocoa by the fireplace in the cold nights
You were with me and I with you
Always with love to give
Always with a cunning remark
Two sides of the same coin
My sweet fire
My sunrise
My best friend.