The Bee And The Rose

I walked away from the rose, leaving it to glow and grow. I have no regrets whatsoever Yet the hurt loiters with tears Pleasure, satisfaction, and gratitude I am happy that I was not pretentious What I did was knowingly And my heart endorsed it willingly I wrapped my love in autumn bliss that will not bring me to my knees I can carry myself now. To some other place till I bow I paid the price of my love. And have no regrets, it's behove As I cannot suffer alone for the rest of the day I searched something else as my prey This is neither a tribute nor a self-punishment. Only a wish to live and see more rose like this again.