A date with a rose

Vladimir Huber > Poems > A date with a rose

Atlantic City, NJ, August 26, 1972

A date with a rose

By Vladimir Huber

I wish I had a date with the mountains
I wish I could relate
with no words or cautious looks

You go one way but not too sure
if it will be accepted

When you date a rose
she is all fragrance
No games, no commitments, no problems at all
You can’t even get hooked
since you know she will dry out.