The Crooning Bee

My heart feels crestfallen Whenever I think about that day She looked like a bee collecting pollen In the garden of Deity as she pray The raven attire on the pale skin The ample lips and the double chin Crooning behind the queen bee Her voice was faint yet bold as the sea I kept admiring the charm of the damsel But she paid no heed she kept worshiping from the chancel And my heart wanted me to plead My trembling approach to her was late As the crowd started to leave I lost to the cruelty of my fate But my heart wasn't ready to believe Whenever I have that recollection Looking at the hanky kept as souvenir My heart blooms with infatuation As I could feel her euphonious voice clear