Swedish Poet - A Bee in my Bonnet

A Bee in my Bonnet

An overnight epistle woke me up today Airmail delivered through a blue sky Sender must be that girl from Green Bay For whom I would fight, conquer and die.	The word is, she has blossomed since lent All due to him with ocean-blue eyes Gone are the nights she used to resent. He is unequalled, above all other guys	She is equal to a pretty day at spring Sweet as honey, pure as milk In my diet, she is my favorite thing A butterfly she is with wings of silk.

If I was sent to prison for peddling flowers Still, I would knock at her door, Desperately awaiting there for hours, Bewailing with peeled petals on the floor		I would tie out of roses a bonnet, There, until the dawn, I might Slumber, humming my own sonnet Late, much later in the night
	Through stormy winters and heartbreaking crises I would wait for letter number two Wait until I push up the daisies Because I have a bee in my bonnet about you