(circa. 1996)
“Do you love me?” the flower said to the bee.
“Of course I love you. Do you love me?”
“I love you more than rainbows,” the flower said to the bee.
“Well, I love you more than honey,” said the shy, little bee.
“There would be no honey without you and me.”
“Well, I love you more than sunshine,” said the flower to the bee.
“I couldn’t bloom if you didn’t visit me.”
“You’re the prettiest flower in this entire field,” said the shy, little bee.
“Is that why you keep coming back to me?”
“You’re nectar makes the best honey.
You’re smell is so fruity and delicious
and you’re petals are so soft and beautiful.
But that’s not why.”
“Then why do you keep coming back to me?” the flower asked the bee.
“It’s because I love you and I know that you love me.”
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