Roses:

As your first burst of scents explode to the open sky,
Your fragrance is borne by the breeze as it cools by;
Oh, your baby breaths bolt like a soft melody
Assailing my senses with the sweep of a symphony!

Oh, happy beings exploding in a riot of colors,
Earth laughing with you in your sweet odors:
Do my loving thoughts of you make you smile,
Do you dream to linger on my lips for a while?

I’ve heard your fragrance is meant for lingering kisses,
And your sun-kissed blooms the spot for lovers’ wishes:
Flowers adorned with spell for love to become flesh,
Are you God’s fairest flowers to bestow divine grace?

Do you come out enchanted by the wand of the sun,
Or do you dream of more blossoms when day is done?
I heard your sun-blanched petals long for the dewdrops
The bewitched moon sends to earth as lonely teardrops.

They say God made memories so I can have roses,
Would you rather be unpicked for my soul to please?
How can you bear the pain of getting plucked,
Degraded by human hands and getting sucked?

You do not answer:

I think there’s something wrong with asking
A soul that’s meant to please as a silent being—
A flower meant to tease the world with its secret,
And challenge humans with its God-given wit. ####