The petals of Young blood radiates till it ages,
A shade of red with aiding green shines beauty in it's youth,
Bees of all corner fly over wooing for mortal love,
Each takes it's bag full,
But reflect love to one wooer,
The newly pair has the best bond,
Then sooner, the bee defines ugly in her eternal beauty,
It names the fruity ill, the soothing harsh,
Names the beauty betrayer, for another lands on her carpet.
A fall of one followed by another, leaves no petal, It opened to aim eternal, But no records of real pictured immortal. The bees buzz around the fall, But the reminisce of the spring lives an abstract, The flower vanished, hence lived the advocates an immortal. Weeks added on days, The moon lost it's glamorous but a good hope resides in itself.