Love Thy Word(S)!

From taunting the bee, I paused awhile and stared at them, a couple. She was yelling at him. Curse words of her sunk, deeply into his heart, yet he managed though to smile. And while I was cowering in silent fear, he approached her, like a grounded child and then kissed her. When whirlwind subsided, finally their splendiferous rite continued, my ole spirits sung, with such relief. “Alleluia to the heaven’s sky!” …for I won’t be choosing in which cup I must drink.