I was on a stroll, when I took a glimpse
Of a garden in a man’s home.
Petals, leaves, vines were behind the fences
Fragrances, shaped, colors invaded my senses,
Yet a rose bush was all I could see
In the midst of the flowery sea,
My heart was struck in awe
By every petal of those roses I saw,
Its sweet scent brought me ever so closer
I had had become spellbound to that roser,
I was called, and I obeyed
So she was my master, in a way,
But I didn’t seem to care
I thought I was made for her,
Until we embraced
It broke me to touch you, and
Hurt, to be with you. Thorns strangled
My soul, and stung like fire
How do I not suffice?
You are a goddess, yet all I can be,
Is another leaf in the breeze.
Winds blow, yet you don’t even move
A thundering shock comes to mind
The garden is not mine,
You belong to another gardener
He’s your caretaker, your lover,
Then rain falls, it makes you glad
Yet all I can be is sad,
Because this rose bush is not mine.