Here you will find the Poem With A Bouquet Of Twelve Roses of poet Vachel Lindsay
I saw Lord Buddha towering by my gate Saying: 'Once more, good youth, I stand and wait.' Saying: 'I bring you my fair Law of Peace And from your withering passion full release; Release from that white hand that stabbed you so. The road is calling. With the wind you go, Forgetting her imperious disdain ? Quenching all memory in the sun and rain.' 'Excellent Lord, I come. But first,' I said, 'Grant that I bring her these twelve roses red. Yea, twelve flower kisses for her rose-leaf mouth, And then indeed I go in bitter drouth To that far valley where your river flows In Peace, that once I found in every rose.'