"Struggling for life"

He walked down the aisle
With a flower wilted, yet fine,
He looked at her eyes
That guarded the nose divine..

He bent down on one knee
And took her fair hand in his,
He spoke words soft and sweet
And admitted defeat..

He gently called her name
She was his bee, so 'Bumble',
He repeated it again n again
With a buzz ever so humble..

He tried to explain
The reasons and meanings, the fights,
He gently stroked her head
And had lost his manly might..

He looked at her innocent profile
And suddenly felt an overwhelming joy,
He was now sure of what he said
Like the boy who was gifted a new toy..

He saw acceptance in her face
And his emotions flowed,
For his love was in his arms now
He emitted pride, and glowed..

He walked down the same aisle
With her tiny trots by his side,
He had won her over, the custody
His existence,his life, his very own child..