Nectar

ohh the sweetness has now past
changing into something I can not swallow
the loneliness is in my throat
gasping for each breath as I miss those lips

forbidden nectar I no longer have
like the bees that buzz around, flying frantic full of chaos
searching the field for that one single flower
to meet dispair in their last lonely hour

i find my heart in its last few beats
wondering will you come to its side
be my one single flower
that I may taste my loves sweet lips
in my last hour