the pleasure and pain of love |
withered petals of once blooming flower, tired of waiting for rain,the promised lover, always under scrutiny by the sun and the moon afraid of wind trying to make it swoon, witnessing her sisters sway with joy young they are and interest the bee boy while she waits for the clouds to turn gray time drags its feet and the night devours the day and in the darkness of the night she weeps thinking of her plight the touch of the first drop of her lover rain moistening her young cheeks now dry with pain life was to end soon before it could give birth to one but then something happened that was never done a bumblebee came fluttering on the meadow and all her sisters opened up in seduction under the shadow as she stood alone with her head bent in his glaze he came down to her and kissed the tears on her face alarmed she moved trying to escape his care what the rain might think and what she would say the bee saw the love denied in her eyes he would make her happy humming her name a thousand times her weak heart was soon to give in the bee loved her and told her that its not sin the jealous wind offered his breeze friend of rain he was and he didn't like this tease flapping his wings harder than ever the bee floated for just one kiss to make this lone girl shiver and feel young again feel like a miss he knotted his lips with hers infuriating wind lost in paradise they were before she fell hovering over her he wept nothing to tell yes she died and his vainful flight of a mile her old cheeks were moist with his tears but this time she had a smile |