I am but a poet
My words are sweet as sugar
But never so sweet as the
Drops of dew dripping from my eyes
As I sit by the window
In the late night

Dreaming of your face
Reminiscing on those lonely nights
Of summers past I spent
With you overlooking the wood
Staring to the clearing
With that perfect spot
Nestled among the leaves
And the trees with the most
Amazing view of the moon

So sweet are these moments
Yet they are no longer
For I am but a poet
My words are sweet as sugar
But never so sweet