The Love of Bees

Love heart more than life

Without it difficult to alive

Oh love! Oh love! It's Really pain

Please make the rose of gain.

Losing night by your gleam

Cupid came middle of dream

What's feeling how tell you

Sun & Moon! Same without you.

No one understand the name of disease

Someone searching the love of bees

Fearing the unknown trouble of time

Now praying for love's crime

Someday stone will be melt

But want to stay like a love's belt.

                                 - Prantosh