An uncovering feast.

Your there,
I'm here,
Nothing is certain,
Nothing is clear,
If all glory in waves,
nock you off your feet ,
Can't prepare,
Nor pretend,
I'm ready.
Your love tends to bind,
Thee messy,
No sleep in midnights hour,
Upon once waking's sour,
Revolution not,
Nor least,
An uncovering feast.
What's in a teaspoon of honey,
That's tastes so bittersweet,
sugar resides in thy taste buds upon eat,
Thy luring upon golden stream,
Is not but a dream,
Made from many a hand,
unclean,