I didn’t
know the rose was there in my crystal vase
The surprise of it delighted me.
Somewhere in the day, my friend,
angry and bitter about himself and of course, women
Had come to my room and placed it there.
Does he know I love natural white things?
Does he know how the rose would glow in the moonlight?
Does he know the translucent yellow in the center of the petals
Would take my breath away and leave me sighing?
Ah, little brother, who loves roses
Follow your love
Forget your hate
Your hates were given to you by your captors
Your loves you gave to yourself