Does this love lie dying
on a bedded crown of thorns,
within the thorns, i still glimpse the Rose
but soon will you be gone?
Each day the sun lies hidden
and the grey clouds fill the sky
and tears and rain are falling
and you're the reason why
And so one last time I'll call to you
a simple yes or no
and either take me by the hand
or simply let me go
) O(
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem