A rose no less or more
Could swell the heart
Like the tempest waves
Upon the shore and stone
The whistle of such winds
Art, beauty, perfection, desire
Draws out slowly yet firm
A thought to overwhelm
If only to know without fear
If only to experience without doubt
If only to believe in love
A rose no less or more
Grows in the garden of my soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvelous poem with a fascinating title... a very creditable piece of work.. appreciated!