Do we see with our eyes?
Breathe through our nose?
Why is beauty
portrayed by the rose?
Thorned with a wrath
Pain to the touch
Gorgeous the smell
Reeking too much
Can the elegant rose
Be put to great shame
When its intricate beauty
Has undeserved fame
Speaking of all
The unmerited glory
Reminds me not to
Believe every story
Judging a rose
Just by its cover
Limits the mind
To what you’ll uncover
So the next time
You look at a rose
Look with your ears
And feel with your nose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem