Roses roses red, white, and black
I think i'm having a heart attack
With the suffering of black and the torture of red
My saivior is white with its purity
White Roses are my favorite
Black hurts me with its thorns
Red engulfs me with flames
and forever mourned.
Loved and Hated is what they are
Their the Roses of my heart and soul
Their the roses that will bring me too write my will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple but original feelings thank you samantha for the nice sharing and amazing atmosphere i enjoy for u in colores