First Signs of Love
What is this feeling that resides in me
I’ve felt it before, but not quiet the same
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee
When did Cupid pass that I did not see
Certainly in this matter I have no shame
What is this feeling that resides in me
A nervousness I feel, coupled with glee
I am smiling a lot, but am not to blame
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee
The experience makes me feel very free
But this moth has not eluded the flame
What is this feeling that resides in me
Something tells me, that I must decree
Inside there’s a wildness I can’t tame
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee
I’ve felt some joy, but not of this degree
It must be real, yet it feels like a game
What is this feeling that resides in me
Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee
Written by Wayland Bunch on 1/31/2013 for Valentine contest.
Copyright © Wayland Bunch | Year Posted 2013
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