She flies random beautiful,seeking me, my sweet nectar,
Thats but her nature, seek the juice, the honey of my heart,
I crane and bend so she may get, all she wants,stay a bit longer,
Dip into my soul, feel the love,of my earth, my roots below,
Impatient wings fluttering, the sucker scraping my valves.
Fluttering and falling are petals,pain shooting to the roots,
Weak flowery embrace ineffective, off she flies, free, gay and filled,
I let her go, stoic, my roots burned, but gladly still a flower,still me!

MAX CHELUR.