A Flower

I have no eyes to see ,and use this as my advantage,
I have the most beautiful colour and scents so sweet,
yet you to me ; shall never an eye meet,
and my scent I'm unaware
and the colour of my being not of my choosing,
but chosen by the bee and its seeing

I have only interest in the one above 
and grow, live and effloresce in his love,
I do not move and never stop ,
conversing with above,

using the eyes of a wanting bee, 
busy working for a hive,
unawares that his is a job for me,
to spread the continuation of me,

You eat me , and chop my connection to the earth,
but in his love i will still live,
for my beauty at my petaled head is not my concern,
but there to distract the eyes on earth,
so I am not disturbed in my godly converse.