Meant to Be

She is my sassafras honey, my spot of English tea!
            her eyes holler loudly! at me, screaming, so softly;  
                “I am the one you walked with along the shore of the new born sea,  
                              I am the great whales, the fowl of the air, the honey from the nectar;  
                                        your candy apple, left dangling on the tree”