a dead rose that which represents our
love, that never was to be.
you plucked it fresh and full of life
and handed it to me.
it flourished and it bloomed until it
could no more.
but then one day it began to wilt and
drop petals to the floor.
i screamed and cried and waited...waited...waited.
but nothing i did could bring it back.
the spirit had gone, never to return
again.
the love, the kindness, the strength,
the power were missing from then on.
but then i realized what our love REALLY meant to me.
a dead rose that which represents our
love, that never was to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem