The sun laved the garden, smudged a balmy, peachy hue on the placid verdure,
Lilting melodies tinged the air, wrens ‘n robins warbled a rapturous allure,
Aurelian daffodils, wild bluebells, fuchsia peonies bloomed, pristine ‘n pure
The boughs waltzed ‘n whirled, dovetailed the whistling wind, coy ‘n demure
Lavender presided on the hedges, swaying ‘n sashaying, sprinkling gaiety ‘n glee
Caressing the besotted breeze, nestling ‘n nuzzling, unabashed ‘n carefree
Out of the blue, a bee burst forth, whizzing ‘n buzzing, inside the savory sanctuary
Lavender gawked enticed ‘n enthralled, utterly bamboozled by the bee’s repartee
Lavender primped ‘n pranced; her lustrous lilac glistened ‘n gleamed in the sunlight
ardent ‘n amorous she ogled, come-hither look lined her eyes, it was love at the first sight
Her ambrosial scent swathed ‘n shrouded the air, cloaking ‘n veiling an amatory invite
Impetuous ‘n impulsive, she longed for a glance, tilted towards the inamorata line of flight
The bee swooped ‘n sprang, dodging ‘n ducking the fluttering butterflies
He pawed ‘n poked the enamored flower, vainglory glazed his greedy eyes
He gulped ‘n guzzled the soul of his paramour, spurned ‘n scorned her mellow cries
Lavender keeled over, wasted weary ‘n spent,
embraced eagerly her imminent demise
‘Another victim of love’, the wind bitterly moaned ‘n sighed
True love never dies, but the lovelorn lavender fervidly replied