I often wonder if I’ll find the one
Or have a family: two daughters and a son
But today I realized something:
A bush can’t reproduce alone.
There are processes,
Like crafty bees who diligently seek
Those attractive twigs and branches
With sweet pedals exposed;
Soft orange, white, and gold
Surpassing the bare.
All the bush knows is “Grow, grow!”
Trusting the process.
As a bush, so is Man
For all a man knows is “Build, grow!
Flowers will bloom;
Sensual colors show
And like a bush grounded in soil,
A man’s foundation is truth, conviction;
In season doth his values bloom
To attract that blissfully buzzing bee,
Flying left, down, left, up, right–
Unpredictable, in the winds of passion
As Woman, seeking a man upright.
Two beings ever so different
That can’t be without the other
And when they come together
Their love is sweeter than wild honey.
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