Today, as in days long gone by,
my manicured garden bore forth
their fragrance stirring unnamed desires
in the hearts of strangers
as I adorned my hair.
But the insipid white of purity
left me unstirred
till you grazed your hand;
plucking and tucking a wild rose instead,
in the serene silvery moonlight,
to fire my love with tempestuous desires
of forbidden passions
when you crushed me to your breast,
leaving me breathless
as you mingled
once again with the crowd.