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(Love is what one feels and it is with the heart that one loves. In a world of appearances, deception is easy. It takes much more than a trained eye to sieve away the fake paramours. True love may not be attractive, but for the heart, it is indeed beautiful.)
Nathan nursed a lawn in spring,
An orchard it grew, fragrant breeze blowing,
Dubious stood he, of florets to rear,
Blooms in rose, daisy and daffodil ring
A paradise of chrysanthemums glowing,
Lily and Pansy at last he paired.
As common root two sisters beamed,
Though distant they swayed in melody.
Pansy, in youth glowed, her kin Rose more,
Beauty compared, in grace farther leaned,
Never was envy between them a malady,
They rose in reign, an allure folklore.
Pansy, the elder, prayed in wait
For her charming paramour to embrace,
Her cheeks flushed in dreams of him.
Rose, in barren hope she lay,
For beauty unseen, scent unique
Her lover in fame would reach to mate.
He fluttered a sunny day in glee,
Gauging in desire his bride to be
Enamored was he, her petals so soft
Lips in nectar beseeching love loft
His heart content by frame so pure,
Rose, his fantasy trance for sure.
Betrayed, she wept, Pansy, lonesome,
Agile butterfly, his coat so bright,
Would swarm in on Rose, his breath in hum.
His caress struck a chord, his kiss stung,
Pansy moaned her loss each dawn, cursed in might
She craved his love, onward tears she lunged.
An eyesore, he, perched atop a branch,
Onyx dew caged her beauty forever
His golden stripes coiled a form
So innocent in accent, so busy till dusk
Untiring, his love song he buzzed around,
Pansy, the rhythm of every heart pound.
A nuisance, Pansy saw, for days roving,
His pebble eyes scary as every Bee
So dark in demeanor, so lacking in beauty
Neither he smiled, his buzz shallow groaning
Nor she complained, his attacking speed
With greed he sucked, the honey mutely.
His assault so tender, yet harsh she felt,
Laying atop her, his buzz relentless
She lamented each day, her nightmare come true
Hairy limbs she loathed, hated love he pelt
She longed for the butterfly, amour selfless
Her nectar this curse though spared his crew.
A week in summer, Nathan’s son ran
In search of booty the garden housed,
Spying Rose so sweet, he rushed,
Snapping her off, he saw, unscathed flew her man,
Rose, in tears, despair roused,
She knew the butterfly had her heart crushed.
Pete, in hand groomed a bunch
Of Rose, Lily and Daffodil bloom,
Ultimate a treasure Pansy would be
Her tender stem he moved to punch.
Came buzzing her savior leaving no room,
Angry sting he granted, sign of rage loomed.
Cautious of omen draping her strong,
Pete decided against trespass,
The bee’s hum he heard so long,
After dropping his youthful lass.
Pansy in gratitude and love so pure
Beckoned her paramour she knew for sure.