White roses and reds,
Two colors that yields;
Assurance of affection,
To someone unknown.
Clouds have its grays,
Like some of my days;
Winds alter its course,
As fate of mine goes.
The blues of the sea,
It mirrors the sky;
Like depths of misery,
That overwhelms my eyes.
The greens of my garden,
High hope that it brings;
A lover worth wanting,
Will soon end the waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Title fits the poem well