Pooh...
Pooh is what she called me
when she held me tight,
Pooh is what she called me
in the middle of the night.
Pooh is what she called me
as we both laid looking up at the sky.
I held her close as I stared
into her, big, beautiful brown eyes
"My Pooh", she said
But, now that she is gone
My heart is empty,
Like a empty jar of Hunny.
Searching for a trail
To find the most tasteful Hunny,
To find her... standing there