Lover’s Quarrell
Bee’s offer honey far more readily than they sting
Don’t discount me yet, due to one sharp attack
Words can hurt, I know this true
But I have so much more good to offer to you.
Some tears may fall, from time to time
The sun may seem to set some days
On others it will shine
My ferocity is most always driven by love
Not always understood or accepted
Or generally respected
A sting is protection
My hive is my home
Though if I care I will give you what I can
I will give it all till it’s gone.
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