THE BEE AND THE ROSE

For many a springs I've quested thee,
In garths around this earthen floor.
Thy sweet elixir calls for me,
And keeps me buzzing at thy door.

All I've sought for a little life,
(Roughly a month, if not more),
Is thy company as my wife,
Thus I buzz still at thy door.

A rose of beaut and shimmery glimpse,
Thou nestle at ease in my abyssal core.
For eons I've kiss'd thee in wildest dreams,
And thus keep buzzing at thy door.

Behold thither thru' the yonder lands,
Many new wings still flap for thee.
But none has wisdom and cloying hands,
Thus thy fragrance belongs to me.

And for ages as a sweetest pair,
We shalt rein this abysmal garth.
And I shalt savour thy blooms in air,
And thy aroma of divine mirth.
© Dipanjan