Full fair a field of flowers is she -
I am but breeze, and nothing more;
And tho' I've seen her bloomed beyond these years of yore
And O how to be with her I long fond and fancy:
He is, by nature's vice, the beauteous bee -
So she is his, and downright his, to full adore.

(c)1994
Iraz Syamil Mohd. Zahari
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