Even if a bee leaves a rose unseen, I never saw one of the roses on the bush turn green.
A cocktail of red, pink and yellow, The English flower belongs to its fellows,
No envy can arise when the shared bare root is known A bouquet of fellowship – out of a common pain we are hone,
Cascading crescendos of emotions, We come together to create our individual potent potions,
from petals dropped, comes a perfume distilled. Through expiration, we gain inspiration. And, we finally feel filled,
In true partnership there is me, you and we..Tell me, who needs whom more the flower or the bee?
Both natural beauties 😍 bring their assets in equal harmony, A dynamic duo for all to see
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