Love Poem: Tart

Tart

Tarts 
Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am 
For am sweet and exciting 
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee

Sweetness of bitter-leaf is the antithesis of nature,
Lacks the wherewithal to counsel bee-stung hunter 
Of the sweetness filled in the honeycomb chambers,

Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am 
For am sweet and exciting 
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee

And nothing could prepare the fresh-married virgin 
For the excitement of climaxes, when the beginning 
Was an anticlimax of pain and blood and in-depth 

Chorus 
You are not the tart, but I am 
For am sweet and exciting 
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee

But the real joy only comes when their is a blossoming ,
And their is enduring fruitfulness and life limitless,
The beauty and passion and playful tantrums of togetherness.

Chorus
You are not the tart, but I am 
For am sweet and exciting 
I am indeed the tart, for am exciting and sweeteee