Her head full of roses
I cannot touch her in the process
But, I wish her the best
Because I wish her the cities
That are empty and solitary fulfill her green mind
Moses and his pedagogue followed us
Found us in gravelly streets instead of water's long passages
Under grave skies that once danced
Now, wish they were blue-eyed like an innocent child
I would rather be under her roses
Despite, the thorns that circle into shrubs
Brushes of Van Gogh make up the pure blush
Of such roses
My lover does not compare
To such beauty
Since, such beautiful features
Belong to a person of pure intention
And fair judgement without malevolence
Where the mountain sheep reside peacefully