Honey

There was a poem inside of Him,
one that was so immensely charming,
He left both men and women alike in complete enchantment,

words as sweet as honey dripping from His lips held the power to bring a man to his knees, in disbandment,

His battles were fought with words,
over what He regarded petty physical weapons,
He was precocious enough to carve His speech into an unforgiving dagger, of commandment.