Bee-Loved


I was yet a beatle or a beegee
A beachboy or bonjovi
Or whatever you call a juvenile bee
When something stirred abuzz inside me
At the sight of a full-blown beauty.

But where I hived she was
On the same ancestral tree
And I could not reach her
For she was close to the canopy.

In time my wings grew stronger
And I realized I had to fly over
And beyond the fence
To find my honey.

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