Said the firefly to the bumble-bee.
Don't fly away from me,
my little bumble-bee.
You always fear the worst,
my little bumble-bee.
You could never hurt me,
my little bumble-bee.
'Till death do us part,
my little bumble-bee.
I will light your way.
Said firefly to the bumble-bee.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Seasonal Lust | 0 | 09/20/2010 |
| Music | 3 | 04/29/2010 |
| Said the firefly to the bumble-bee. | 0 | 04/19/2010 |
| alone | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| ode to… | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| No time, love | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| soulmates | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
| Inside | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| Us | 1 | 05/17/2009 |
| Rebellion | 0 | 05/17/2009 |
| Fading | 1 | 07/06/2009 |
| Judgments | 1 | 05/15/2009 |
| Witches | 2 | 05/15/2009 |
| In Plain Sight | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| Luna | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| sol solis | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| The gateway | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| a new kind of love | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
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