The star-speckled black was inviting, enticing even;
Peaceful but for the gentle breeze amplifying the uneasy breath of me-
and upon the reflection of the tranquil lake did the silver moon shimmer
I was trapped by desire, yet, free!
For, tonight I did go to the garden-
My Garden of Roses…
I felt the intoxicating scent of passion,
I heard the soft whispers of ecstasy
and as I tasted the sweet nectar beneath the pink rose petals…
I went to heaven
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem