it was spring and not
summer that was made
for lovers and the roses
were designed in such a way
they say i love you without words
like the rose lovers don't need
words either but they do
love the roses
is it for their beauty
or their precious scent
the delicate petals
like velvet and the thorns
that pierce your finger
like a faithless lover
that wounds the innocent
ones caring heart
Very topical poem on love and it's intricate balance Faith, very good. 9 from a mother of all lovers Grinning Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice and vivid poem