Honey, I Am Sweet.

In Porcelain of China,
Brass of Egypt,
Mansion,
Or blades of weeds,
I am sweet.

Golden glazed,
Corncob pale,
Syrup thick,
Or water based,
Sweet is what I am.

Ways I am...
Stored,
Cultivated,
Portrayed,
Would not dilute my sweetness.

Honey, is what I am,
Sweetness is of my nature.
I might not be sweet to your eyes,
But surely to your taste buds,
Because... Honey, is me.

*this poem is to state my view on how inner beauty is to honey. If you are beautiful you will be beautiful and no matter how much people try to deny it, they would fail. Facts never lie*

p/s : i wrote this yesterday but blogger erased my entry and posted blank post. Grrr...