My love for you is like the rose in the field.
Beautiful, Carefree...
Swaying effortlessly in the breeze.
Its natural presence illuminating its counterparts,
Its purity unrivaled.
Thornless, without defect.
And just as it is to be picked from its peaceful slumber,
The field is encased with roses...
And they stretch on forver and ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem