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-til 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.