This rose has been plucked from its place
It now stands where it's master hastes
It travels by its masters side
From dusk till dawn on an unseen ride
It's masters tries to mould this rose
And waits upon it to be fully grown
Holding it close and feeding it with love
This rose enjoys love more than most
Time passes and master ages
And his rose surprisingly outlasts many stages
Though shes frail and her petals are shaded
The love for her master has not yet faded
And on one late afternoon when master ceases
His rose by his side falls to pieces
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
touching narrative in verse.....