And now my dear, believe that you will find your light again.
That you will meet the star that will add to your sparkle.
That you will allure another bee.
But know that you will find it in another garden, in another time.
Now for you, my dear, please just wander.
Let your seeds be chased.
Let that bee and that rose adore each other.
And believe that when you patiently wait – as you say – and wander,
you’ll meet a bee as bright as your glimmer.
So please hear me, dear.
– – Joyce Fugnit