Attention

It calls for my attention,

the rose in the garden.

The beauty it displays captures my soul.

I water her, I sing to her, I listen to her.

Whatever the rose wants from me it gets.

I try to stay away for I know the attention paid is not healthy,

but the image dances in my mind.

So vivid, so fragrant.  

I must take the rose,

but her thorns sting my clasp.

My attention she want and she got, 

but her beauty I want and shall not have.