If I was a beekeeper, I would call my beloved and cherished one “honey”. During the day I would step up to her and say: ”Honey get over, give me a hug”. Later on I’d tell her: ” Honey, I love you so much, give me a kiss. Honey, can’t live without you”
“What honey you say, you don’t love me?. No, honey, not even a little bit? Sweetheart, honey, no, no, no, I have to jump from the briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidge”.











