When I dream of purity, my mind resonates on the sweet scent of honey.
Honey, in her most natural state,
her golden richness,
pure, viscous element
carefully and thoughtfully made
her true authentic dexterity
She has no insincerities, no falcities,
And one can see her true dementions from the outside in.
She does not hide anything from her surface,
she is not afraid of showing her impurity.
Her authenticity is not hidden or stowed away,
rather, on a grandeous display in view of every eye.
She needs no filter, no hidden motive, no beam of light
She does not deserve to be hidden, for her beauty and richness
is not one that can be replicated.
through and through,
She is honey, she is pure.