Diligent and unrestricted to collect the honey, the Bee fluttered the whole garden..
But none opened none bloomed were the Flowers;
Never gave up did the Bee, stuck in its pursuit..
Losing days, Hungry for the last drop of love, it still searched;
It was time the autumn hit, flowers & the leaves dropped.
And So was the Bee's life being cropped;
Its time of flight was about to end and opened was the doors of heaven.
Out of the blue, crept the last living scent of a dying flower..
Beat back the Bee to reality;
Trembled weak shaken and with little fight left inside,
the Bee managed to flutter and land on the dying Petals.
The Flower and the Bee both knew they had not much left, for time was a prey..
Drained scared it reached the face of the flower in pain.
Ready to wither and lose its virginity the Flower smiled,
as the Bee was about drink all its life.
Suckled at the Bosoms of the Flower, drained by the Bee..
No regret did they both have, for everything must finally suffer.
Sweet moment came to an end;
The Bee died and so did the Flower.
This was the story of The Flower and the Bee.
The love story nobody could see!
