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

Charles Garcia

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