Botthisava

Botthisava

No more in love with me
than a bee with a flower
As he dances to find what he needs.
And she gives it in hopes of eternity.

Let me love you like a rose.
And watch you fly from flower to flower,
Waiting for your assured return
The best source
Of life
And love
That you require.

Let me love you like a rose.
Until my petals fall from the vine.
And I have
nothing
more
to give.

Let me love you like a rose.
Dew covered as I awake
Fresh from a dream
The bee
In the field
Caught
In a mason jar.

Buzzing fruitlessly against the glass
With less than a day to live.
Wanting to find his captor
And sacrifice himself
To hurt her
Just
Once.

The lid opens
He angers out
And sees a rose
To dance for.
Instead.

150 150 Stafford Wood
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