My precious bee

That stung me

With its needle of love

Poisoned and drugged

Un baring its distance 

Away from me 

Making me addicted to its fantasy

Merry and jolly 

By its drug I golly 

Wanting more and never getting fully

Oh why oh why do I always need more

From my precious bee although it sore

But my bee my bee

My precious bee   

Was never so greedy 

Always tend to inject me

With a needle of love and passion and care

Sending me back to its fantasy