she liked roses

She liked roses

I have watched through nights

for the perfect rose

and would have reached through

black and twisted bars  

near a mansion had I seen one

but what I got was this

It is no perfected rose

for it grew in my own garden

and many times its mother thirsted

while I, sweating, 
neglected

to bring her water

So take it if you choose

wear it in your hair

do it. near a wild sea,

in wind and rain 

set its fragrance free.