I outlive all my makers, though born from their flight. I never spoil in darkness, yet I’m both dark and light. I am an amber echo of fields you’ve never seen. I travel from a thousand mouths yet speak with none between. Riddle me that Riddle me this If you’ve no answer yet You’re not far from bliss. Waitresses toss me like light on the floor, To strangers and lovers who walk through the door. I’m spun from the tongue when affection runs high, A soft and sweet echo, a barely‑breathed sigh. I’m a sweetness you say, not somebody’s name, A word that can warm without candle or flame. I stick without spilling and melt without heat, I turn idle words into something more sweet. Riddle me that Riddle me this If you’ve no answer yet There’s no shame in a miss. I’m said with affection I’m said with disdain I’m said when someone can’t remember your name. Older than sweetheart, darling, or baby, Not older than love, not even maybe It’s time now to end my riddle made song Time for us all to move things along Riddle me that Riddle me this If you’ve no answer yet I’ll sweeten a kiss I hear someone calling A voice warm and sunny Saying I need you now, I need my… I love it every time every single time you call me... honey.
