Confession of a Honeybee

Not a dull day goes by, there’s always something new.

Looking out my window watching flowers bloom.

O’chrysanthemum, O’chrysanthemum with your beauty so galore.

You stir up joyful feelings that I never felt before.

The way you move, so gracefully, makes my heart beat soar.

I haven’t been the same since first glance; Keep coming back for more.

If you should ever ask,

“What brought this about?

How can this be…

That love has sprung unexpectedly?”

I’d say, “ Tis fate that we are meant to be.”

If only you would notice me.

You see, because to me…

Your like a blossoming beauty in the month of May.

That I love to admire, as you unfold each day.

Your cheeks are like soft white petals swaying in the breeze.

And the freshness of your smile cures all my misery.

I watch you like a honeybee buzzing in the spring.

And hope my love can be expressed soon with a diamond ring.

For now I’ll watch you from afar, and see how much you grow.

To see your beauty be revealed, underneath the summer glow.

To paint a picture of perfection, would be the shape of you.

Like a dainty flower, glistening at sunrise, covered with morning dew.

Your frail and gentle blush, puts my heart at ease;

Watching you read poetry, by the old willow tree.

And when you hum and sing love songs it fills my soul with glee.

Till then I am watching, waiting, anticipating that you will notice me.