In the internal garden of love
I am a bee of heavenly thirst
And you a full bloom flower
Swaying to and fro in the breeze
Your colorful petals of feather
Spread wide with a soft touch
While I hover upon you flapping
You look towards the blue sky
Eye to eye we see a moment
Then you nod and I swoop down
To sit closing my golden wings
Where you put your honey hidden
I sting with my cream tentacles
Instead of pain you moan in delight
Whereas I feel like a candle- wax
Burn and melt taking a joyous flight.
Is not a flower happy in giving;
And glad, a bee in taking nectar?
In this garden of eternal love
If we are not blissful then who are
Tell me please, oh, heaven above.
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I would like to translate this poem
Love! With the muse of your colourful petals. Nice work.