Nectar beholding cup..
Shall wait another day
Adding sweetness
In every little way
And when its dense
And thick with love
The bee shall come
And have his cup
Coz its not the thirst
That makes it thrill
Its the oaths taken
Which it needs to fulfill
Of pollination and more
To bring more flowers
And spread more spores
So wait my bloom
As I head home..
To have You all and more..
And claim my nectrous throne.
