In my sacred place I spy you.
How dare you flaunt like you do?
I watch you grow from seeds I\'ve sown.
Your curves superior to my own.
Your sex is plain to see.
Drawing the humble honeybee
in with your succulence.
Watching as you dance,
freely with the wind and rain.
I stand by like a hideous bane.
Jealous of something I\'ll never be.
Fertile, purple, strong and free.
Dare I pluck you here and now?
Keep your splendors to me somehow?
Put you in a vase and imprison thee.
Flaunt your beauty only to me.