,
.
she blossomed quickly
her petals were rich in color
they left me speechless
taunting me with a nectar uncompared
i felt thorns, and i could not let go
tempted by infatuation
passion arrived in spring
like a cherry blossom
withering in a breeze
so was the moment
i dared dream
if i were the sunlight
i know she would not resist
one gentle kiss
i am just a breeze passing by
tomorrow my soul will fly
hoping to find love
before i die
none quite so rare
as the rose i left there
memories to be as time
that wasn’t meant to be
ticking away endlessly
so i take one last look
then drift into the lonliness
inside of me
.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem