This mite bites a time or two
Leaves not a single scratch
Nor reason or a single clue
When found a perfect match
No known cure
For a bite so deep
Love is pure
Laugh don't weep
Venom is strong
Of this be sure
Nothings wrong
Best be demure
Once bitten,
Forever smitten
ROTMS
I am not sure about the sonnet form, it looks unusual to me, but the poem is a true sting of bumble bee love reality. Lovely Ray, Smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it Ray! And love that bit too! Moyax