Saturday, 23 February 2013

Sonnet for my love

This is for you!!

That was a bud of an early spring
Calling the time for its youthful bloom
Wasn’t that bee lucky, though got sting?
For he knows the beauty without a zoom
That was the moment that bee nourishes

The summer shouldered its heavy duty
And the bud ruptured to a pretty thing
The bee hid his sting to show its purity
And flew the pretty thing like a king
Neglecting the world that surrounds it

The flower promised for its nectar
And the bee swore for its devotion
Their union walked up to this way
And they pray to walk till they stay