My Favourite Bumblebee Poem by John Sensele

My heart has no spare parts
Do your level to nurture my soft centre
Lest my heart should fortify its ramparts
To lengthen their height by one metre.

My heart can't accommodate heartbreak experiments
Do your level best to migrate your romantic laboratory
Lest my heart should dismiss your condiments
To sow happiness in my territory.

My heart is fed up with empty promises
Do your level best to spare me the blues
Lest my heart should turn a blind eye on any kisses
To pour sand grains in your shoes.

My heart thrills partners I date
Do your best to love me for me because of me
Lest I should send you an empty slate
To dare to care for my favourite bumble bee.