Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting

I danced alone when you refused to sing.

I only laughed to mock the slight of your neglect

I loved you; what else could you expect?

Yet the good was rare,

Just here and there.

A distance of a thousand miles has grown.

The heart's tireless pendulum has stopped, overthrown.

That steady vessel I depended on has sunken deep,

The brightest door opened while I was finally asleep.

Now the good is gone,

Not even here, nor there.

You weren't a bee after all,

You only needed nectar not more.

It’s a smile and a card game,

He who wins the other,

Sets the trophy down and forgets the fight.