I see her standing over there
The Queen Bee, dark yet fair
So feminine, yet resolutely firm
If I am the ship, she is my stern
So close, yet so far away
Oh! What words could make her stay?
Her heart is held by another’s grasp
I need her, not just for a fleeting clasp
Her good mornings brighten my day
They make me mushy in the best way
I’m eager to hear her sweet voice
Because she’s the one, my heart’s true choice