She and the Bumblebee
Lady, with blossom buds in thy hair....
how fortuitous for me the day is sweeter
in the shade of your presence;
what tall stock thy stem, and flowered
your bulb of precious petals,
crimson as the weeping rose....
Longing thy eyes, and bright with hope
so quickly we became friends,
laughed 'til after hours,
deciding the fate of the world,
holding hands in some cozy little cafe....
pulling away....
quick blush smiles,
the patter of rain....
two inflamed hearts....
But she wants to know what he wants....
(he does not know) but has grown
lost in her eyes, and her 'gentile' smile
(he wanted her to be happy)....)
To adore her a little more,
before she would leave and find Prince Charming....
But she said she was an ordinary woman,
with ordinary needs....
a flower among many, waiting
for her little bumblebee;
He must take her pollen just so,
and have none other in his flight....
and rest so buzzing upon her feminine delights,
and crawl gently into her heart
the leap of a King....
what a Queen to find ----
And educate the dark of his mind,
she so easily (wonderfully)
so displayed in the simplicity of a cafe,
That her one flower among numerous found,
what a fate in the midst of romantic bloom....
but I had flown no more (with broken wing)
though buzzing, rested upon her soul
(and poised an answer of a man with ordinary needs)
(I, a little bumblebee....)
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