She is my sunflower,
Tall and slender,
Attracts me to her cup full of fragrant power.
I am her honey bee,
Busy as can be,
With my buzz and bumble,
My wings tremble,
As I dip into her bower,
To taste her choicest sweets.
The sigh of Lady Rose,
And the tears Lady Tulip knows,
I will hang only onto my lovely miss,
In her kiss I find abandoned bliss.
She is my life's fragrance,
With her beauty and elegance,
I, the messenger of love,
The world our hive,