love is like a rose
it grows and has beauty
but only if you take care of it
if you help it grow
and allow it to thrive
it will be beautiful
but if you mistreat love
the rose will writher and die
but if you are betrayed in love
your roses thorns
will puncture wounds in your heart
so deep survival is impossible
so take care of love
don't lie or cheat
or your rose will surely die
no one knows this
more then I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem