Chance Meeting:

The fresh scent of her smell
Came upon me like thin air,
So crisp and so clean
With her all natural flare.

She always made me nervous
Alittle on the shaky side,
Like a bouquet of flowers
That's been cut and set aside.

I see her stunning beauty
All her radiance shine through,
Just like a drop of sunshine
Or her pretty sparkle of blue.

For she is but a vision
That all eyes should see,
For she is just a flower
And I'm but her honey bee.

So there is an attraction
She keeps drawing me in,
It's because of her aromas
That are coming from within,

I'm like a bee on a string
She keeps pulling me near,
And the closer I get
The more I'm full of fear.

I've been there once before
Stuck inside a flower stem,
For her pure natural beauty
Will be my tomb of condemn.

So as I spread my pollens
And as you soak it all up,
This relationship we have
Is based entirely on trust.