A thief in my rose garden

In the young garden of mine
Stood rose plants in line.
Alight with bright sunshine
The sight was delightful and fine.
Among tiny flowers there stood,
One majestic large and good
Fragrant, beautiful and lovely
Bellesâ?? cheeks no match surely,
A very odd robber with glee
Entered the garden carefree
On the blossoms, alighted, before my eye
And the robber for this didn't feel shy.
The robber was none but a bee
And the robbed was nothing but honey.