Once thievish Love the honeyed hives would rob,
When a bee stung him: soon he felt a throb
Through all his finger-tips, and, wild with pain,
Blew on his hands and stamped and jumped in vain.
To Aphrodite then he told his woe:
'How can a thing so tiny hurt one so?'
She smiled and said; 'Why thou'rt a tiny thing,
As is the bee; yet sorely thou canst sting.'
Love Stealing Honey
Jon Corelis Theocritus
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Poem topics: pain, wild, finger, sting, aphrodite, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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