Birds and Bees
both fly with ease
buzzing, flapping
in the breeze
Never meet
to copulate -
with budding seed
populate.
Adam, Eve?
They took their leave,
crying, sighing
as they grieve.
Graceless fall,
heaven and hell?
Grinning? Sinning?
Who can tell?
You and I?
A perfect pair?
An ideal Knight,
Lady fair.
Faithful love
a perfect hue
one red one white
roses, two.
Thorn and Rose
match perfectly
you are the Rose
The thorn? Me.
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