If thorns pinch your heart?
Please do not blame me
As you voluntarily landed
On my soft petals.
Anyhow I would like to minimize the pain
If you stay a night or two?
I have a special liking of you
As you're not behaving like a Hornet.
Rose sings her tricky song
'Caring is my main concern.'
With that unusual tickling!
*To Edgar Allan Poe, a Boston Native poet who died in Baltimore in 1849 under mysterious circumstances!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the way you characterizethe rose, hmm, woman... nice, it is a beautifully expressed poem.