The Ashes of a Truth

A cup of sugary prelude,
Moments still kept alive;
Captivated in a secret den.
Recalls have overflown time.
But bees that carry honey,
Have stings on their tails.
And habits of being in the middle,
Is where abruptness sails.

Love?
I did pull, I did push; countless.
Rewarded!
Awarded!
Faulted...?
I salute you!
You are right about me being wrong.
Hope, I could read minds better than poems!