And what is True Love?
Asked the Rose to it's Thorn,
'True Love are We',
Replied, the Thorn,
'Red Blood mingled with Perfume'.
In five lines, you have condensed the dichotomy of love.... Love is perfume mixed with pain. Where there is love, there is beauty, excitement, joy and pain! Great write, Sandra!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is amazing! I am adding this to my favorite poems! Love these simple yet deep rhymes!