Rose is the sign of love
Bearing so many thorns
Smile’s for it’s a gift of God
Suffering from the pain of thorns
But glad to be born with warmth…
Loved by women cherished by men
Giving fragrance in the air
Laughing all the way home
For it is showy among all
Capture’s the heart of the world
With goodness and gladness around
Comes to me and whispers sweets words
Makes me wonder why I grumble
I am a flower and not a thorn….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem