A flower for you, a flower for me.
In this meadow, with our hands entwined,
We are happier than two souls could be.
Though we are still young and naive.
There is still something in you.
Something only I can see.
We are like pieces in this puzzle called life.
Whether or not we go together is still unknown.
But I cant go through this life,
Not alone.
So I give you this rose to represent my love.
Though my thorns may hurt,
I am worth the pain to keep around.
Now having read the first of your poems, I can't tell whether this was before or after. I suspect that it was before as it holds an innocent simplicity. Nicely written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The beauty and purity of love, new and lasting, well worth keeping around.