We have plenty of flowers in our garden,
Each one attracting bees of their own kind,
The flowers shine brighter every day,
As if to proclaim to the world,
Here is the most beautiful flower in the world.
The bees dance around the flowers,
celebrating their oldest love affair in history,
They refuel the nectar, collect pollen to feed their young,
And in the process, become the messenger of love.
Their co-existence is a sight to behold.
I look at the flower, and then I look at you,
How I wish,
I could become the bee, and you the flower,
Or I the flower and you the bee,
Replete with kisses that smoulder towards eternity.