love is a rose
but also the thorn
love is the calm
before the storm
blossoms weep
for the kiss of rain
love is a season
of heat and pain
love is a leaf
in scarlet hues
if love endures
love is the muse
seasons pass
and wisdom knows
love is a child
and love is a rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem