In winter, a rose’s fragrant smell is rare
as true love one can share.
Unlike the flower
that only once shall bloom,
true love in our hearts
shall always loom.
Although we shall come upon
our ups and downs,
the love in our hearts
will always keep us bound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now I can relate to this one [middle 1960's] as during that time I perhaps discovered the meaning of this thing called Love. as as a young teen.......this is lovely also... a reminder of how innocent love was at the beginning, how full of hope first love was.....marci.xo