The bosom of her cheeks filled with that of an rose.
A philanthropist of joy.
A garner of infinite joy, an guiding light shone over troubled water.
A reminder that things are never as dark as they seem.
There shouldn't be just one day devoted to you, as you go through so much.
A lifetime of appreciation couldn't suffice.
Beautifully Devine, the rose spread from cheek to cheek.
Consistent and full of patience,
By far it's my favorite rose to watch bloom from the stem of her smile.
To much dismay, I still fear that I love you is not enough for all that you have
done. So I sit and I stare at my beautiful rose contemplating on how to show
you how much I care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem