I know a damsel as beautiful as a bee
She never stung anyone except me
Her lips are made of honey and spice
She is my beloved and smother than ice
My heart forever buzzes for my bee
While your is buzzing for your bee, try and avoid her stings and enjoy the rice! Well done, blessings to you!
A nice lovely rhymin poem so enjoyable. Do read mine too.
Beautiful poem, Howard. The pure love is the right and the best path to God.Enjoyed reading your poem.God bless.
Sweet sting...what a paradox. The title is very captivating and equally captivating are the lines that follow. My heart forever buzzes for my bee...Artfully written. Love the B sound.
Your poem is as sweet as the honey. One have been stung many times by love. How adoring this is.
Hi Howard: I like the simple, short, sweetness of this verse. This line I could not grasp, ...She is my beloved and smother than ice... Thanks for reading my poem Birds Again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet, If a bee is so lovely why can not one buzz around her. Sweet write. Thanks a lot for nice appreciation.