My black rose, <br />I like to caress <br />your soft petals. <br />savoury pollen <br />stolen my soul. <br />like to jump <br />over the fence. <br />Oh! the gardener with the spade <br />is crueller than the prickly shrubs. <br />I like to hide in the garden secretly <br />my little haughty <br />naughty bee request a nod.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prima-facie/