The Bee and Blossom

Oh, the love between the bee and the flower,

A bond so strong, a love so true,

In the garden of delight, they do cower,

Their hearts entwined, their love anew.

The bee, with its stripes of gold and black,

Adores the flower, its beauty to track,

It sips the nectar, with joy and grace,

And in its eyes, a love-filled face.

The flower, with petals soft and bright,

A vision of loveliness in sight,

It sways and dances, with every breeze,

And in its heart, a love does seize.

Together they dance, in the sun's warm light,

Their love a flame, that burns so bright,

Their bond so strong, their love so true,

In the garden of delight, they do.