Birds and Bees
both fly with ease
buzzing, flapping
in the breeze
Never meet
to copulate –
with budding seed
repopulate.
Adam, Eve?
They took their leave,
crying, sighing
as they grieve.
Graceless fall,
heaven? hell?
Grinning? Sinning?
Who can tell?
You and I?
A perfect pair?
An ideal Knight,
A Lady fair.
.
Faithful love
a perfect hue
one red, one white: roses, two.
Thorn and Rose
match perfectly
you are the Rose
The thorn? Ah, me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aww, you can't be a thorn if you write like this? I would gladly pluck you out, and keep you in an old book of lovely poetry, as my place marker, along with the dried flower petals..(smile)