Bee who belongs in blossoms, tell me this –
what is the meaning of the little kiss
you plant upon the skin of Heliodora
in preference to all the vernal flora?
Is it a hint that she’s a bit perplexing,
sugar and vinegar combined; that vexing
and inescapable hurt in the heart
that indicates the sting of Cupid’s dart?
If that’s your message, matey, off you go –
you’re telling me what I already know.
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