A bee flower

Beauty to my eyes,
That is so true to be a lie,
Is it the petals,
Or complement of the sepals,
Pretty of a flower,
Attractor of bees,
Not her face,

Neither what she wears,

Just her natural look,
Her ice cracking contralto voice,
Her kind of a soul,
Her heart as a whole,
Simple but off the charts,
She is a flower and I am a floriculturist.

Double_O Franklyne.