I look at you and I am reminded of
With their guarding bees
That I tried to taste so expertly.
Yet each drop of honey was not enough
To quench my thirst
Or dry my lust.
So again and again, I would take my chances
Of freeing my aching sweet tooth
With those tempting leaves
Guarded by those stinging bees,
Until I got close to filling my tongue
With that ecstasy,
And I felt the pain of those jealous bees.
And even now, I’ll never know why,
I couldn’t get enough of you,
With your guarded heart
And those frequent lies.
But looking back, I clearly see
You were nothing but a temptation of
Honeysuckle leaves with their guarding bees.