Organs And Bees
An organ is an organ, and
by Jonathan Howard
A bee is just a bee;
Please just tell me darling, that
It’s so – that you love me.
While moons glow white and all of the
Bright stars shine in the sky,
I know this true and utter love
Will never, ever die;
I look at you and then I gaze
At skies of indigo,
Thus, all I do, is stare amazed
And hope you’ll never not go.
I stare up subtle heavens there,
And know you’ll ﬂ ee my grip;
You know it’s so, that you (this way)
So brut’lly my heart rip.
If you’ll depart, you’ll break my heart,
And throw me to despair;
I’ll then look up, to the blue dome,
And wish I just were there.
My heart is blended and all mixed,
My feelings aren’t deﬁ ned;
And as my glare on you is ﬁ xed,
My heart you truly grind.
I’ve true emotions, do not go!
It’s plain love, can’t you see?
An organ is an organ and
A bee is just a bee.