No And Ends, But Remains.....

In the garden of beauty; I stumble upon many a flower Many a colour, many a star Pink, yellow, aromatic, low And it was a toss-up, my destiny Made me to bow To that bewitching beauty And I had no illusions about her That she is a beauty but silly Frivolous and empty-headed but a beauty Whimsical and childish Are her ideals and aims But a beauty par excellence So much I love her But love is not returned Neither any grievance Nor bitterness or anger I feel against Thankful to be a lover A right others may demand But for me always a favour A bee humming Round her chamber Counting his nectars Wish to enter and be lost in balms ever………….