An empty street,
where no one meets,
a lone traveler
puts forth his feet.

On the sidewalk,
a bunch of roses flock,
Beautiful and proud,
he hears them talk.

"You have got to see,
he admires me",
tells one to another,
while he pays no heed.

A little away,
a solitary wild flower sways,
it catches his eyes,
for a while he stays.

The flower makes no attempt
to avoid the roses' contempt,
the traveler passes a smile and walks ahead.
this moment for it, is worth a lifetime spent. 

When the ink 

of deepest hue

of your pen 

weaves words

for me 

as deep as you

in a poem,

I know in that moment 

the strings are of love.