In fields nearby walking the well trodden paths,
she says ' Do you remember when we first met,
at a dance in the farmers barn '
she giggles.
' Do you remember the letters you sent and how you started them '
' My beautiful darling princess '
and she blushes.
When we married, you made me you Queen bee,
you said you would be my everything,
Worker, provider and hive builder,
she chuckles.
You were my everything,
the church clock strikes three,
just as the sun breaks through the clouded sky,
a gentle breeze caresses her cheek.
A kiss from him,
warmth from him
and he saying ' I love you ',
She walks happily home,alone.
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