Flight of the Bumble Bee

Like the flight of the bumble bee my heart takes zigs and zags
rolling through each day empowered by the sub that is your love:
Should I be a tea rose,
yellow, red or white,
you would come to pollinate me,
Should I be a book you would consume me from cover to cover,
so much that the ink would be fading.
Should I be a telephone,
my heart the receiver and you would dial,
perhaps a movie in which you are the star,
could I be these things and more for you this love does grow,
though words could never show:
Fully!

SDM