If I were a bee and you were a rose
Would you let me in when the gray wind blows?
Would you hold your petals wide apart,
Would you let me in to find your heart,
If you were a rose?
If I were a rose and you were a bee
You should never go when you come to me.
I should hold my love on my heart at last,
I should close my leaves and hold you fast,
If you were a bee.
- Sara Teasdale
