my flower

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Honey is sweet but not as sweet as you.
I am the bee, you are the flower,
You scent and beauty hold me in your power.
I am entranced, as if under a spell,
I am yours, the flower of the bells.
Instead of taking like most bees do,
I await your permission with a coo.
Will you give this humble bee what he desires?
Your nectar, your honey to quench his passion of many fires?
He awaits your decision with dwindling patience,
But do not worry or be tense.
He will wait forever for you,
Amongst the skies of blue.


Logan Carver

thats a good one