The Honey Bee and the Flower (Poem)

Oh Honey Bee, Honey Bee, how you sweeten me.

My vibrant pedals burst and I smell like herbal tea.

I wait so patiently for you to accompany me each day.

But after a brief, pollinating visit, you quickly flutter away.

Oh, how ignorant am I to think I'm your only flower,

And how I envy my competition that I wish I could tower.

Oh, how I wish those flowers could wither or rot in their patch.

Then our love would be inseparable and we'd be the perfect match.

What lonesome grief I feel when your presence isn't here.

But I blossom and bloom astounding joy when you are near.

A fickle, a tickle, I get when you pollinate my bud.

But now, oh precious darling, you've left me a dud.

My roots stand firm in my yearning for you.

Though I sway in the breeze, my love is never through.

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