-The Bee Box-
In this small box,my love,
you'll not find a ring,
but instead, a brave little bee.
He'll be dead by morning,
having given his life defending his flowers againts me.
I felt his sting while picking the small,
purple pansies growing wild along the roadside,
in hopes of an afternoon bouquet for you.
And I grieved the sting, more for him than me,
knowing full well the price he paid for my small pain.
And I allowed him his victory,
leaving his flowers as a memory,
and brought you instead this brave little bee,
who proves there is love even in the smallest of things.