Her love
Is that of a rose
beautiful with a guard,
A guard that stands the test of time
You must be true
Because she can perceive
To your deceive
Pure is her motive
For she is as of water
That flows from the stream of life
Gurgling in Purity
Over the rocks of anticipation
If you love her
Flow along this body of water
And love with a love of true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love it i think its really good :)