Love, I remember that day — the gardener was a bee, the flower your hand, and my heart was stung to perceive. [ 681 ] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related As the Crow Flies This Bird Categories: New Poems & PiecesTags: Bees, Diaries, Flowers, Journals, Love, Memory, Poems, Poetry, Spring
