Look at the rose, the beauty and grace…
So soft and so filled with colour…
The thorns might protect it and yet…
In time the rose will wither away.
It gives so much, and then it’s taken away…
I think we are like this, I hope it’s not.
Look at that church across the street…
So majestic and so beautiful…
What a history it’s had…
With all its joys and sadness…
Ironic it is kind of like us…
What would it be like on our wedding day.
Life goes on…
Will we be able to do the same?
The ups and downs of the common day…
The victories and setbacks thrown in the way…
Will we have the courage to ride out these storms?
Are we really strong enough to see it through?
Look at the winter…
It’s so cold and grey.
It’s time for us to nestle and hibernate….
Wait for the spring, the warmth is finally here.
So bright and clear, its time for us to fall in love all over again.
Do we have the vision to see all of this begin?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem