Flower .
Candlelights, fireflies.
A serene sunset to pass by,
Drunk in poison, the bumble bee
Scrabbled the valley, a flower to fill.
Hidden a love, did surface now,
Not through the mind, but his heart alone.
There stood a Lily, the Queen of the valley,
A beautiful death, the dream of his heavens.
She looked in my eyes, he held to none sore,
Time played its role, it forever froze;
Out in their cellar, it’s she and he both,
No fabrics attached , just she and he whole.
The beautiful flower, smiled at the bee,
Told him, take over the honey in me.
His hands vie, for the beauty in bound,
Her embrace is justice to nature, a lover.
Moments did turn us from cold to root, to now lying supine, it's her warmth, a soothe.
The bumble bee arose towards the most splendid of beings,
A home , an abode, a heavenly rest.
The flower so gorgeous did widen it's splendour,
It's flaps, it's petals - a glory unfold.
Charm the bee, a magical spell.
What's all your honey, with an elixir to eternity?
Trickles of diamonds drip down our physiques,
The fiery passion, the warmer love.
The Lily, he draws her through every breath,
Her body a temple, Her lips so fragile.
He touches a kiss, waking God with a smile.
Nectar, sweet nectar, I come unto thee,
Deep in his flower, flew to a glorious sea.
She turned him around as the goddess did please,
Their whole world revolved and now, so did the bee's.
A moment of justice, for roles did reverse,
And Lily the flower , she suckered his nectar.
A dying little bee, his world all dizzy,
Seeked ail for his poison, but it turned in a jiffy .
Eyes so luminous, sized off care,
A new life to lead, a holy mead to feed.
The good old Lily, did free him of his care,
Did free him off poison, did free from him a life.
Unbound to fly, unbound to float, unbound to reach a paradise not lost.
A little love to burn what is killing,
A little life to sprout to a living.
Serendipity, yet none to pity.
The late winter hustle just showed it's beauty.
A round of affection from deep down the bottom.
Pious to an angel, Love to a seed,
God showed them what if they sow, they could reap.
And then came spring, of the nine month revolution,
The care, the love; a hospital room.
A little drop of life , wound in her womb.
The struggle, the fights and nights fit oftights.
From sleeping both sides and living two souls.
To the season of giving, a season
of changes,a season what sober could mean to both strangers.
Hands that could caress, lips that could kiss.
They sparkled in pairs which now seemed to pair,
All that was needed, a night to forget.
Lay in their spirits, lay in their trust, lay in for whoever they've vowed to become.
A moment of pain for a lifetime of joy.
For finally,
It was her flower to bloom, the bee's heirloom.
And well, A little love did burn what is killing,
A little life did sprout to a living.
Bright moons, butterflies.
