Pure as i can be, hoping my life has no truth with tears that go down always revealing my fears, a fear of being in love, asking questions on why i'm alone and getting the response that being alone is better then being lost in a illusion, asking my mother on love getting the response on being too young, finally looking up into the stars asking my father about love and getting a response on life telling me 'son if that beautiful rose that stings is worth holding onto then keep holding onto it and with stand all it's pain, so i stay here still blinded by love......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written..................