Once I met a lovely bee.

The two of us soon wed.

T’was the richest of relationships—

We made sure each was fed.

I fed her with flowers,

And love to fill her heart.

She returned that same love.

And, honey, that’s a start.

T’was the briefest relationship that

I have ever had,

But taught so many lessons.

Like to focus on the glad.

Would I have given up that joy

To avoid inevitable loss?

I only believe in gain here.

Nothing here is mine,

So nothing can be lost.