There wouldn't be sunflowers
Wouldn't be peas.
Wouldn't be apples
On apple trees,
If it weren't for fuzzy old.
Buzzy old bees
Dusting pollen
From off their kees.
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It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What are these nameless mysteries,
These subtleties of life and death,
That bring before our spirit eyes
The loved and lost; or, like a breath
Of lightest air, will touch the cheek,