In our youth, the flower in our heart begins to grow.
Love comes along and that flower blossoms.
As the years, spin merrily by.
Unlike the autumn
when the flowers in our garden,
shrivel and die.
The flower in our heart
remains constantly strong;
right up until our last breath
is finally taken away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Love is never taken away my friend, even in heaven you love on...10