The Roses of Sharom.

                             
                                I

TRANSPLANTED STALK ON GRAFTED HEWN, 
BY EXPERT KNIFE, 
ON ALCHEMIST HANDS, 
KNOWWING NOT WHAT HE HAD DONE, 
CROSSING EMOTIONS, OF THREE ROSES WILD, 
THRU VEINS OF COLORFULL SAP, OMISSIONS,
LOVES, AND HOPES. 
THREE HORNS GUIDE, ITS BEAUTIFUL PEAKS, 
TENDER SWEET PETALS, TAME AND QUITE,
DESIRES, GENTLE CARESSES AS VELVET 
TENTATIONS, ENDLESS NIGHTS OF LOVE, YOUR THINGS, 
TO THE LEFT, YOU, THE WHITELY DAWN, HOPES, 
AT THE RIGHT, YOU, THE RED ONE, PASSIONS , JEALOUSY. 
AT THE MIDDLE, YOU, THE PURPLE ONE, RESPITES, THE SOUL, 
BETWEEN LOVE AND LOVELESS TIRED, 
BETWEEN PLEASURES AND PAINS, 
BETWEEN THEM, ITS CANDOUR, ITS WAITS, 
THE LAST DWELLING, IN A CRYSTAL PANE. 
THE BUSHROSE OF THE THREE ROSES.