Her face unfurled into a bouquet of flowers,
And through the peonies where her eye sockets were,
I could see a bee collecting the pollen.
It buzzed around my head until it entered my ear to collect all the pollen rotting my brain.
Then hopefully it would remove all of my pain.
But then, what would become of the rain?
The rain in my soul.
Would it scare that lovely bee and drown him in my sorrow?
I guess I will have to wait and see if he lives till 'morrow.
