you ruffian, Oscar,
what are you doing
on the wall
of my garden?
do you not see
the warning signs all over?
Sir, I’ve done what
I need to
and I’m climbing over
to jump back to open space
on my side of the earth
you scoundrel, Oscar,
you surly boy -
did you pluck the flower
the red red rose
so precious and rare?
Sir, I did indeed pluck
the flower
the red red rose
so precious and rare;
and I slipped
through your daughter’s
window
and stole a kiss
as she lay sleeping
and put the rose in the vase
on the side table by her bed;
and I feel now she awakes
and glowing with joy at seeing
the red red rose
so precious and rare,
she blows me a kiss
in this morning’s cool air
Beautiful and romantic. An easy flow to the words and so touching. Thank you for sharing your talent with us :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Samanyan, this is a bit different from the norm. Greatly enjoyed the way you wrote this...you gave it a wonderful feel. Ian