Flowers and Bees
If you are the flower,
Then I am the bee,
Depending on you, as you do me.
The wind is our friend,
The tree is our shade,
We retire at night and then meet in the day.
I’m nothing without you,
You’re food for my thought.
Happiness implores as I buzz by your pot.
In union we embrace,
Your fragrance brings joy,
With reality you’re the girl,
And I, the silly, silly
Boy.
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