Poison ivy came up like a rose in red and thorny garb I look, liked and did dare touch my pals my avid touch espied with green and frosty eyes I should've only looked, and not leapt, For away and over my rising moon she flew On clipped wings of my dream Now a song-filled air pocket of serenades A love's wretch, my dream is a hornbill Flightless and tottering. My dream remains a dream still Now my dream is a locked-up serenade
The theme of the poem is_______
A. Love in the garden B. The acceptance C. The rising moon D. Unrequited Love
