Your bed a garden, my poem a rose!

My poem is a subtle rose
that wants to sleep tonight very still
in the garden of your bed,
and I will thank you very much
if you let me make to smell.

And with the magic of freshness
my poem is painted red.

Let my poem caress you
and in your garden sleep
with the greatest placidity
in a beautiful and serene trip
for you to have good aromas
and lights of pleasant dreams.