A lovely rose with petals soft,
a smell so sweet and light.
So beautiful a flower,
with colors shining bright.
But something not so savory,
about the fragrant rose.
the thorns so sharp upon the stem,
that sharpen as it grows.
So beautiful a flower,
despite the thorns that prick.
Just like life and love are sweet,
they too have thorns that stick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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