Could this be true? You say these are traditions,
we keep to these, traditions. Why would we question?
Things to be done this way and that. We don't turn.
We don't change. There is no grey lines when it comes
to you. You say we must do as you say, but what about love?

Vanilla

Kindness, it comes from a bean
such a subtle little taste. Warm.
Welcoming. Can help with the utter
bitterness. It could be on par with honey.

Give the honey. Make it sweeter. 

Small voice, speaking in such love.

Telling a way that is lead, a way that's chased,

calling to me, as a dream to fly away.