Love in a shower of blossoms came <br />Down, and half drown'd me with the same; <br />The blooms that fell were white and red; <br />But with such sweets commingled, <br />As whether (this) I cannot tell, <br />My sight was pleased more, or my smell; <br />But true it was, as I roll'd there, <br />Without a thought of hurt or fear, <br />Love turn'd himself into a bee, <br />And with his javelin wounded me;--- <br />From which mishap this use I make; <br />Where most sweets are, there lies a snake; <br />Kisses and favours are sweet things; <br />But those have thorns, and these have stings.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shower-of-blossoms/
