Honeyed Words – A Sonnet

My love, I beheld your hidden beauty
on yesterdays crack-laden garden path.
To restore, my fullest pledge and duty,
for your honey-nectar words did attract
my heart, my love, and all you could extract

Without farewell, setting sail in darkness,      
taking all your 'longings' and honey-casks,
to face the unknown and weather's harshness
without an anchor and faithful compass

Now marooned on distant shores of wasteland,
alone with casks-of-honey—yes, heartless
and loveless—perils away from homeland,
for your actions did not match your sweet words;
reserved for wastelands and scavenging birds