Red roses,
Yellow roses,
White roses;
With the muse of love,
And, with the joy of your heart.
The care!
To secure your heart;
With the joy of the land.
Love,
To welcome you;
In the abode of peace and joy!
And, with true love and humility.
The muse of the roses,
Touching your heart;
With servitude and attitude;
And, with the joy of the land.
Love,
To catch a glimpse of you;
Today! !
And, to touch your heart;
Like the muse of a bee sucking nectar,
From the flowers!
With the blossom of the petals of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem