Qusida

The kiss of a lover enfolds like a flower
Well, then a lonely bee is soon ensnared

A stranger, passing in the night, can cast a wandering eye
Through a dining room window and be altered, past knowing, by the view

The touch of a hand leaves an indelible mark
On some plant by the road, never to be erased

So, leave no deep footprints as you pass by
And touch only what you wish to keep.