Red roses ripen, fruits for eyes in love <br />I pick just one, so velvety, dishevelled <br />and hold you close to stubbles of the past <br />there is a kinship here, of growth and lust <br />to quickly, with innate intent, expand <br />become the emperor of some belated speck, <br />and blossom into sweet eternal life just once. <br />No rose of any other colour is for me <br />it is not roses, but confusion rules the world.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-9/
