My sweet rose…
Look here…have a look at myself
I am your “elderly” wasp
Prince you never expected even in a dream.
When you bloom
As a bright moon in the dark sky
I long to recite the untold poem to you
It’s alright you may set down.
Want to open the windows
In my lonely closet
please drop in
No hard feelings though you won’t
But my rose,
Please have a look
I am your elderly wasp.
