A rose filled with sacred love
Sent across the darkened seas
Kissed by the painted sunsets
Swept by the diamond rains
It was not gold
It was not diamonds
It was not coins
It was not silver
The twelve pink petals
Held my sacred heart
Laced in pearl tear-drops
In a tapestry of love
On the twelfth month
You cast the rose aside
No value in your vain eyes
Its price you will never know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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