How invigorating
When the dew from the night
Carries over into the day
And my flower is a sight
To behold a certain way.

How enchanting,
An aroma to trap
A sweet smell to entice
Any insect on the map
And the King Bee for a price.

How misleading,
When you want what you think
Is all you need in this world
And it leads to the brink
Of your demise, and just think,
Only for a girl.

How simply pathetic,
The way you would blindly trust
Me opening my flower petals for you
When it was only for lust,
But darling, insist I must,
it's simply what I do.