The Bee Box
In this small box, my love,
you'll not find a ring, but instead,
a brave little bee.
He'll be dead by morn,
having given his life defending his flowers
against me.
I felt his sting while picking the small,
purple pansies growing wild along the roadside,
in hopes of an afternoon bouquet for you.
And I grieved the sting, more for him than me,
knowing full well the price he paid for my small pain.
And I allowed him his victory,
leaving his flowers as a memory,
and brought you instead this brave little bee,
who proves there is love even in the smallest of things
- amen.
Friday, May 20, 2005
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