i'd long.
when love is about,
i'd wrong.
light as a feather,
im free.
but how could it matter,
im only with me.
fluttering through a garden,
all i sense is nectar.
thorns abundant well sharpened,
all i did was hover.
maybe a better hour,
or some other flower.
someday i'll have mine,
and all the love i'll shower.
