"Never With Regret"

[butterflydreaming]

Delicious in the June heat,
smooth as ice cream to my tongue,
it was melting and sweet,

and there-and-gone too fast;
I hardly got a taste
of promise that didn't last.

This is what is means to be young,
joyfully and passionately fleet,
seeking honey and getting stung,

And what would I do with a heart that is paced
or a spirit rigidly cast?
I will live as I do, with not a whim replaced.