Oh, Bee, Come Back To Me

Waiting; Oh, how one waits. We are always biding on some pardon. I wait for you, bee, in the Spring of my lifetime to absolve this affliction and pollunate the secret garden. The locked garden we clammered for as babes. I have forseen your sting for what seems an eternity, and now, how one waits. There once was a time when you waited for me. I was Mulish and as time passed, so did your wait; on to the next amusement. Are you so easily diverted, bee? Pollunating the first violet which crosses your path. That weed is no match for me. I attempt to iradicate it but it grows like a sea. Oh, bee, come back to me.