Soliloquy
You’ve left spring blooms
oh bee, you’re touching
Heliodora’s skin.
But now you’re there
you’re wondering
if you should enter in.
To be a bee or not a bee
is very puzzling when
a women offers sweetness
but you turn around and then
the fruit becomes most bitter.
What’s the message that she sends?
To stay, to go, to hover round,
to sleep, perchance to dream
and escape the heartache of false love?
Ah, there’s the rub. It seems
I know it well. Those stings,
those arrows I once thought
were messages from above.
But now you’d better fly away.
Oh bee, it’s not to be today,
tomorrow, or any other day.
That message I’ll replay.
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