I thank of you as red rose to only touch your beauty,
As i long to hold you in my hands to only get prick by your thorns to let blood roll down my fingers
From your thorns i bleed as the blood lingers from my fingers tips as a tears upon my cheek,
The tears from my cheek falls from my eyes to lingers upon your stamen
For the blood from my hand got its start from my heart
for i know the pain is worth it
Like the beauty in my eyes my blood adds the reds to your blossom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow randy........this is a beautiful one..........great write...