My Beloved Guest ! Poem by Yoseph Lupu

When at first, I have guessed,
And looked at a rose,
I was impressed,
As if I wrote a poem, some prose.

I got close to,
Feel its smell,
To see its petals too,
And hear its bell.

I wanted to catch,
Its base, its tourist guide,
To put it in my ranch,
To make it be, inside my mind!

So, if my dear,
Will come here, near..
I shall show her,
My grace, with a tear!

A tear of love,
A hearthly touch,
That I feel inside,
For this rose, so much!