The Bee
Today I saw a honey bee
and pondered how odd it was
that on this cold Valentine’s Day
it hovered quite close to me.
And in dwelling on the honey bee
I thought in all the world the
only thing sweeter than honey
is the taste of your lips to me.
And like nectar to the lowly bee
drawn by flowering sight and scent
it is your binding spell of beauty
that keeps me drawn to thee.
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Author:
James Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 20th, 2021 00:10
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Good write James.
I never knew Valentines Day was in December?!
Note to self: Do shut up Orchi! lol.
You're quite right. Some memories lie dormant until they surface. I chuckle at your observation. I welcome the comment.
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