Flowers are so delicate
As our hearts seem to be
If not touched with extreme care
The petals fall to become bare
Words are so often spoken
That prove nothing but strife
Between two people that claim
None other but to share their life
A storm so abruptly
Thrashes the flowers to and fro
Yet soon comes the calm
As the storm so generously goes
Though sometimes our heart
Has scars left that stays
Because we so carelessly
Think only of our selfish ways
If only silence came
As does the calm of the storm
Our hearts would grow as flowers
From the sun as it warms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem