THE LOVELY FLOWER

Moments are pink petals that wither away,
the fragrance like green memories stay.
Unfurling of petals like ideas new,
open forth new horizons into my view.

In wanton love comes buzzing bee,
shivers thy flower while it touches thee.
Flourishing is thy love in air,
Oh my rose; My sweetheart so fair.

I am a humble and simple bee,
whom you hath loveth so heartily.
Cometh to thee O' lovely flower,
you are destined to be mine at this hour.

You curl thou petals, like a lass so shy,
and God smiled from the heaven so high.
I loveth your heart's beat and warm whisper,
hold me in ye bosom, the eve is coming near...


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