Bittersweet

It's not a poem about home, but it's a sonnet I have written and thought I could share, being as I've only shared with just a selective few. I call it Bittersweet

Bittersweet

'Tis thy nature to be stun upon you,
As your presence puts a halt to the world;
Every man demanding to be your two;
And with my world, you seem to have made twirled.
Every moment is like sweet ecstasy,
Longing to be near you forevermore.
You are my flower and I your bee;
Sweet as honey, awfully hard to ignore,
And yet you are just my bitter addiction:
Raising my confidence leaving me blind,
Invoking my truth with your deception,
Corroding my deepest sound of mind.
Your presences won't be seen as obsolete,
But more a feeling, I find, bittersweet.