Tulip and Bumble Bee

I love you and you love me Tulip tells the bumble bee, When you come and kiss my lip Arise I from phantom sleep, I can not look at you I feel shy When you flatter, and when you fly, I get crazy and wild and funny I give all my dearest honey, I give grains of fine pollen To lure and make you come here again; When you go back I feel sorrow Cry and mourn I up till morrow, When I see you dry and dead I weep in deep in death bed When the spring gone all are dry Wither I and at last die. Sumit Datta