A Hint of Love
We met in nature
She buzzed
I was still and quiet like a stone
I watched her everyday
I learned her ways, and I prophesied her movement
She was busy with life
I evolved to a new geographical position, directly in her way
Often she would pass and on me, her aroma would stay
Finally, she rested on me
I found my good thing
Maybe she found me
Now we are
Not even the surgeon could spilt us
Forever we will be
Sometimes we trade places for comfortability
We cleave to each other
We are held close by Thee
“I found comfort that though I was not [her] exclusive friend, I was still among those who showed [her] which way to go.”
