A fictional romantic poem wrote in the singular expressing love, nothing like a love sting from the right bee. Original art work by me done in paint section on my computer. Writing verse isn't my only hobby, I'm also an artist and craftsman.
You're the perfect honey bee,
I'm so glad you stung me.
Juliet stung Romeo,
queen bee so,
your sting has more power,
love on me like
you do your flower.
As you buzz about,
each lovely day in and out,
please don't beg my pardon,
you can surely have your way
in my flower garden. My world is yours,
as you go about your chores,
when it comes to your sweet,
I have no closed doors,
your stings scores.
As I walk these mean streets,
it's your love that sweets.
You just make my day,
please don't fly away.
Now that I've found you,
I want to stay around true .
For me you are the bee,
my sweet little honey.
Oooohhhh...how cleverly sweet this bee-buzzing poem is, Gem! Good on you! And you spread your smiles, too!
Blessings ~~ Micke
(had to edit this comment 'cause I keep forgetting to tell you: sure enjoy your original art work, even the teepee with eyes ;o)
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on May 15, 2008
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ,sweet very sweet..oh my... you do have a way with words sweet sweet man..Beautiful writing...Hugsssssss
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
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Blessings ~~ Micke
(had to edit this comment 'cause I keep forgetting to tell you: sure enjoy your original art work, even the teepee with eyes ;o)
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
I could rant on with many bee jokes but that would bee too cruel. Your poem is full of sweetness. Peace, Love and God's Blessings Always, Paul.