Flirting Queen Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

These words from a song I do sing,
Love, it hurts like a thong, a painful sting.
For that flirt, this I do bring,
Why must love and the bees both sting?
Lamentation is what my heart does cling,
For my sweet, lovely queen, a precious thing.

Her kind, oh, never before seen,
In her eyes, a light, so pure and keen.
With fingers of mine, I long for a ring,
What a dream it was, what joy did it bring!

And still, I wonder, with heart so torn,
Why must love bloom and then be worn?
For in her gaze, I see the dawn,
Yet, in her absence, I am forlorn.
Her sweetness lingers, yet I must wait,
As love does linger, while we tempt fate.