A Rose.
Simply beautiful.
Simply sweet.
Made by nature.
Not by man.
Gods creation.
I hold in my hand.
Though be warned.
For on this stem, it guards its beauty.
Something may prick your hand.
Although this rose may not be perfect.
It's imperfections make it whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good imagination...! Well written. :)