By touch her petals fell
When asked there was none to tell
She sang by the well
A sad tale about her farewell
Had no words none to lend or sell
Hearts have grown anxious for Belle
She sang by the well
A sad song with a sweet tale to tell
Of a flower of whom a petal fell
Love knows neither sorrow nor farewell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem