If she was my Rhoze faithfully
would I be there Naturelly
on guard like the clumsy, ugly thorn
for, through the stem,
our fate is connected eternally
she never notices me
never realises that I am
I am always there
sometimes she does look down
only to give a glare
never long enough to stare
and she says
"oh, random one"...
The nectar must be sweet
I hear the bees buzz...
ha ha, ok I better slip back into randomness...