Some say it does exist,
some claim its only a myth.
Yet through the dusty storms of life i have come across something so beautful and nice.
A rare rose, a perfect rose.
Making me to raise thus fall in love.
Those who saw it walked on thinking it was a fake.
Others simply said they had no time to waste.
Yet i stood by and watched it grow into something so beautful and mature.
Making me smile for she was to be mine.
But lo and behold
she was a fraud!
And thus like others i say its just a myth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem