are you angry
because i have
always trusted
love?
do you hate
me
having more
red roses
that my
hands can
carry?
my love
you cannot
obstruct
love
neither can
you
bonsai it.
because love
is a tree
not a stone
a cloud not
a cliff
sun and not
the sea
because love
lies within my heart
you cannot
have enough of it
throughout
the skin of my body
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem