Goodbye honeybee.

It was an honor to be by your side
even if it was just for a little while.

I hope I did you more good than harm,
and that I sounded some of your alarms.

Remember the solemn promise that you made,
because I will remember you for as long as I live.

This is not a poem, but a talking heart
that has been torn apart, bit by bit.

Goodbye O moon of my eyes, my wife in heart.
O flower of May, oh beautified one:

Goodbye.