A gentle Rose Bush <br />Resides under my window. <br />The wind pushes through <br />Like a lover brushing <br />Stray strands back. <br /> <br />The roses turn like <br />Shy virgins, whispering <br />Soft sighs, their hearts <br />Beat against my window.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tapping-rose-bushes/
