Sweet little bumble bee
Stripped of your wings
No longer the bearer
Of venomous stings
Now trapped by the beauty
Betrayed by the flower
I hold you, and heal you
Restoring your power
And you, in return
Will remember this thing
I do, just for you, and
Oh! Jesus! That stings.

Beware the attraction to those without wings
The weaker the heart, the more painful the stings.