In Search of Love

Like a honeybee
that flits about
in search of
sweet nectar,
in the choicest
of flowers,
that hold
their heads up,
dipped in
countless hues,
I search
for Love
in one, then another,
a beggar for alms,
lost in the colours
of the world
and its lies,
until I come
to rest
in my hive,
where the
sweetest honey
is made
from my mind -
that gathers
and digests
the love
that I find
in different colours,
in others and mine!