You are the lover of birds and cats and things that don't talk back
You feed and nurture and adore them
I am the lover of you
You are the lover of fairy gardens, flowers, and fruiting trees
You prune them to near perfection
I am the lover of you
distantly loving me
How does it feel
to swarm like bees all over the flowers of dreams
I wouldn't know
One Queen begs as another bows-out
and always farther
away
You are the lover of birds and cats and things that don't talk back
I was the lover of you
hungry for a sweet honey
left forever
stung
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