Next time I'm home, search both my eyes
Look at me, unblinking a flower without thought
And drink of my dark nectar every hour
So-that-I too may devour what can never be
My true love, overawed.
I'll come busily buzzing like a zig-zagging bee
But Honey keeps both eyes pinned on me
And you will-plainly-see how awed-I-am
Gazing into your very own honeycomb eyes
That I-alone hope will be love, absorbed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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