If the World was my beehive
You'd be my honeybee...

(If this poem site could literily talk)
I've been meaning to speak to y'all...

If I could put it on paper
The way I make it rain...

I see you there
Without me your not...

Hey there again pretty girl
I knew you would be back...

I see those tears your trying to conceal
As they seep from your weary eyes...

The slumber of the night
Entices my weary eyes...

Love is but a hunger
An unstoppable need...

It's such a pleasure to see your dear face
Starting off my morning with your sunrays...

Her bright sunshining smile
Gives me plenty of chill bumps...

I beat to the music
Of my own drum...

You turn the pin
slowly to the right...