Three Red Roses. Poem by Yoseph Lupu

on the ground down, in the garden around,
two roses have found, some time to talk about.
you know, my dear...sometimes I have a tear.

all men in the world, take me in their hand,
for their beloved, on this land.

every one indeed, has his reason, in every season.
in winter much less, but in spring time,
they do it, for their best.

oh yes, my dear,
I am sorry to hear.

as you better know,
I can't just leave here and go!
or just flow!

you see, out there,
there is another rose, I really care..

she is beautiful, with chicks in red,
that I don't want to let!
be alone, this and that.

I love her, as I love you,
and I, like her smell too!
please just try to understand,
and give her also, a loving hand!