It's sweet like the nectar of the garden flower, it's soothing like the buzzing of a bumble bee, it's warm like the rays of the morning sun, it's the search of a love so pure which keeps me on the run. It's the pulse in my vein, the thoughts in my brain, in every breath that I take, the smile my lips make, it's in the twinkle of my eye, till the day I die. E even if it's heart searing pain, with nothing to gain, I will feel it as the tear on my cheek, and without words my soul will speak.