Beetle kissed and jasmine blushed,
Feeling relished, the dark fly asked,
"O my white bloom, did I rile
Thy bright milk like petals awhile?"
Jasmine raised her face and smiled
Gently gazed with grace and said,
Midnight turns bright, isn't it,  
When moonlight blends with its dead fright?
Like this, if we merge as one
Cosmos gets its purpose done!