Auguste Toulmouche, Woman and Roses (1879)

The Rose and the Woman, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Before me is one of God’s creations.
Morning sun falls on this dainty cashmere.
Anchored by penetrating sensations,
Unable to move close because of fear.

Her tenderness is more worthy than mine,
By her regal stature she is the queen.
Her soft scent fills the nearby air sublime,
Without a doubt her beauty is pristine.

If possible it would be love for sure,
To protect from any harm comes her way.
No desire to overcome this allure,
So next to her I will forever stay.

As a rose I am grown to give pleasure,
With each lady that is my endeavor.