Can you please translate this french poem into english for me, it would be greatly apprecheated?

On the Texan border between Mobile and Galveston there is large garden full of roses. It also holds a large hacienda. Who is a big rose? A woman often walks alone in the garden and when I p on the road by the hedge we look at each other. Since this woman is a mennonite her roses have no buds, and her clothes no ons. My jacket is also missing two ons - me and that girl the same that way.