The Rose bud begins to bloom
the bees are standing by, waiting
for the nectar deep inside,
The bee spreads out its feet gather
up the pollen to transplant to every
flower that it seeks, Than make the
nectar into honey, I give you this rose,
for every pedal represents the love
I hold for you.
by Charles Garcia
7, February 2004
Sweet nectar to the heart of the matter Charles! one typo, 'then' make the nectar into honey. 9 from Tai fluttering by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful... the rose the nectar all for love