My savior's breath is sweeter far than honey,
and when I drink of him I thirst for more.
I taste, and see his manna all around me;
his gifts fill all the world as sands the shore.

I drink of him, and I am filled with honey;
I am a lion sweetened by the bees,
a hive in highest summer, river running,
for I am his, and he—he is for me.

I eat of him, and all I taste is honey
though I know well the flesh that lies beneath,
and more than sweet, his love is all my comfort.
I will lose all, yet more will he bequeathe.

I hunger still: Give me more, sweet, more honey,
and all you give will never be enough
to quench the longing you have laid upon me
for all you are, my Lord, for love, for love.

drop of honey just waiting for someone to photograph it. By Dino Giordano – Honey, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=35024421