If My Darling's The Rose Poem by Erl Mbeha

If my darling's the rose:
Beautiful, mellow, and full of nourishment
Then I'm the prickles of the rose:
Barbed, repugnant, and unpleasant.

The beauty of my darling is life giving
She makes the bee to come from far
And feed on her sweet scented nectar.
She - - is the grandmother of honey.

My prickles are meant to protect her
But I'm afraid, for my power is inferior.
Her ruddy petals make lovers come flocking
And her sweet aroma fans their desire.
O lord, how I wish these woody prickles could wing.
So I could fly her far from here.

I live in a perpetual state of constant worry
Resultant of my rigid and stationary nature.
I wish I had a longer reach and a lively form
For the gardener may soon come with sheers
To mutilate my darling....I pray...
I pray the Lord makes him wonder elsewhere.

Love, do not let my worrisome heart spoil your day.
Turn your aesthetical attributes towards the sun
And cast your beauty across the land.
For the bee and the young poet depend on it.