A rose
a lily
Dear's
Perfume
In the
jungle
striking
I considered
my love
Of loves
Thorns;
Pricking
Spikes
a painful
Enterprise
To amity
a restful
Ether
Rowing
On puddles
Eyes bright
A setting
Loveliness
Dowsing
My hand
Picking
A smile
For the
one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I so love this one.......