In a garden full of roses,
one is very special to me;
its fragrance holds
love’s seductive touch.
The bush from which it sprang
holds a warning plain to see,
you can admire the beauty,
but hands off don’t touch.
The garden belongs to someone else
and to trespass is a crime.
You can admire anytime,
just so long as you don’t touch.
30 July 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
marvelous poem loved it cheers