have you ever experienced love?
love is like a rose in a well-trimmed garden
its a thing of beauty and marvel
it sits in the garden just in reach
but if you touch it and think its yours
you prick yourself on its thorns
the blood seeping down your hands
like tears on an unloved cheek
but a true lover
will grasp tight through the pain
and the blood and scars will dry
and the beauty will be in the eye of the beholder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem