A Rose

I bring you a rose
which you yourself created!
Did you create the rose
so that I could bring it,
or me, so that I
would find a rose
and bring it to you?
 
So, I give myself and a rose.
Thank you for the gift
of roses which I give back,
with my hands opening.
 
I love your roses and you.
Can you smell what you’ve made?
I can! They are exquisite
as you must be
to have thought of all this!
How I wish you had hands
so you could take the roses!
I hope only that you can smell them!
They are like incense!
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