Most flowers are visited by the bee.
As for me
I remember a flower’s tender heart
That I have not the art
To describe,
Save to say
That it was exceeding sweet inside.
But another bee
(not me)
Did steal away
It’s bloom.
It’s heart being broken
Others visited soon.
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K Morris - Poet 
This is lovely, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I am delighted that you like my poem.