Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Close Encounter

In a rose garden I hang out

With other roses and I be

A lovely rose, I have no doubt.

Here comes the human right to me.

Off me she cannot take her eyes,

Then grabs me gently in her hand.

Pulling me to her nose, she sighs,

Awed by me, I do understand,

As I let forth my fragrance flow

To her nostrils from petals mine.

Her total joy with me does show.

Our encounter, purely divine.

The human sniffing me is great.

Just wish that she could pollinate.