Cyrano de Bergerac, I don’t dare say I know how he felt but let me just say that I can relate to the circumstances. As for how this poem came about well I saw the girl, I saw the bee and then I only had to remember me; how I wish I could forget me. Bee Mine is simply what I have said for so many others but I have never had and never will; will someone kill the messenger…

Be like me
You see what I’m like
Wanting, lonely, yet sweet
Beautiful, shy, thinking you might…
Know too well the feeling
And that you want to see
The two of us dealing
With this love to be
Be with me
I can be surrounded and yet all alone
But the idea, the want, and desire of we
If only you would grab hold
All I want is for you to be here
Just look my way: can’t you see
Not tomorrow, not a month, not in a year
Right here, right now, to be
Be in love… with me
The way that I love you
You might call me obsessive, perverted, stalker… geez
But this is me; it’s what I do
And if you knew inside your heart
How I feel this want and need
Yet in this moment breaks apart
A moment more there has to be
Be inside me
A heart is a house for love
And I still believe
There’s only you, no one above
Give all that I am, I can’t deny
How badly I want you, I’ve wished and I’ve dreamed
To know you, know me, bodies entwined
Tonight or forever, together to be
Be beside me
A note passed, a thought whispered
Let it grow, love’s a seed
Or why don’t you kiss her
To be so close, just to say hi
Hey it could happen, in love I believe
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But I’ll pass this note to another guy
And him and this girl… together they’ll be
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