Love is like the blossom
Bursting into full bloom
Staying pure and perfect
Then time knocks at the door
Aging and withering
Until the light of the blossom fades
So perfect from conception
Withered at the death
Love knocked and has been
Stayed a while
Disappointedly departed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The blossom is the perfect image for this beautiful poem. Time's knock on the door comes for us all and we like flowers fall from grace. Stunning! Karin Anderson