Within the eye of the Bee holder

She told me that when she was young
her father was a beekeeper
and that she would travel with him
across Texas to sell their sweet nectar
from the bees that he had raised and praised
and everyone loved what they had made
all was praised, by me, at least by his daughter,
Rexana McLease, at least
What can I say, she was all I could see,
she was forever my sweet honeybee
And the honeybees kept sleeping, and slept
from within the hive from which i've been swept
scattered away into a distant memory
of unmade money and honey
My honey bee
Only to be held while we slept
while one or both of us wept
My honeybee can never be kept
Our youth is the only truth
Your beauty grows stronger
as you become older
I tried to tell her, I told her
your beauty can never be kept
my honeybee could never be more than perfect
than within the eyes of the bee holder