I claimed to the rose that my honey is unrivaled
for the scent of my beloved is unmatched
to the fragrance of the rose
while her honey lips the rose long to possess
and poor are the bees that surround
in vain on the rose
and the multi-colored texture of my beloved
I yet not recognize in the
every petal of the rose
and I stopped deceiving when I saw
my beloved as a distant rainbow
my beloved as a distant rainbow
nearing me with elegance and grace
holding the rose in her hand
she came and hugged me in taut and I intently breathe
the fragrance of the rose
along with the traces on her forehead
she lovingly handover the rose to me
with love and a smile
