Leave the stars be flying,
by seeing your beauty,
they will be dying to stark.
Leave the bees wandering fruitless,
if they witness your sweetness,
they will be wondering thoughtless.
You are a flower dipped in dew.
He who made honeydew,
must have mad you.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
Leave the stars be flying,
by seeing your beauty,
they will be dying to stark.
Leave the bees wandering fruitless,
if they witness your sweetness,
they will be wondering thoughtless.
You are a flower dipped in dew.
He who made honeydew,
must have mad you.
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