Love Bug's
Love someone setting it free It wasn’t a bug it wasn’t was a bee It was just flying free that captured me What was the delicate romance squashing a bug The spontaneously ancient thing Written on the butterfly’s wings Rejections fragility like unbound jealousy Excerpting their power on the loves fate Giving it the same chance the lovers mate Love someone setting it free It wasn’t a bug it wasn’t was a bee It was just flying free The butterfly whispered a verse As it lightly chose your finger If it chooses to linger awhile just smile If you grasp too hard good becomes it worst The nectar becomes bitter the song loses it beat While tender love me not’s lay at your feet Love someone setting it free It wasn’t a bug it wasn’t was a bee It was just flying free
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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