Beautifying the world with her bloom
Proud like a queen this glorious flower
Behind her petals resides her gloom
As she awaits the love of her lover
Her bee will cuddle with her when he can
Till then she must wait withering in pain
Nothing more cherished than the love of her man
Not the most golden sunshine, nor the sweetest rain
The love she pines not hers to claim
Her king remains to his queen a slave
She begs and pleads, all in vain
He must return to the hive he craves
Her love requited yet incomplete
She breaks her holy love's decree
With remorse her jilted heart replete
She makes love to another bee
- Himanshu
Friday, February 20, 2009
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