The walls of the oppressors

Thought they could build a wall around your heart

But no one can see

The garden of roses and olive trees

Underneath the drinks, the cigarettes, and the missed connections

They took your land but they cannot take your sea

In those eyes, a glimpse

Of humanity, its suffering and true love

The greatest weapon, they warned you not to touch

For it could blow up their walls, their illusions of safety

I wish you knew

How your love leaked into me

While you looked away

Afraid of what it could be

A poem for me

Is how I could immortalize

Your breath of fresh roses into me