Only afterwards do I know
that a rose is happiness
and seeing a rose is happiness

going by, so I want you
to well up inside me again
when I'm standing still, touched

before a blushing rose
which opens its petals -
not for me, yet

also for me, and I watch
timeless, thoughtless, ignorant
of budding pain

the rose as I watch you: happiness
is welling up in my heart and in my body
are warm waves freely surging outward

like when rose petals
unfold fast forward
into a euphoric state of happiness