The beauty of a rose
only lasts a while.
However beauty itself
lives on in remembrance
of the queen of flowers.
Whom surrounded by
the fragrant of a love
that always was and
always will be,
lives on in the heart
of all that lives.
What the heart see's even when the the fresh bud becomes a rose and then the petal withers.
wonderful complex (visual cognitive metaphor) : ''However beauty itself lives on in remembrance of the queen of flowers'' wonderful poem.......10
Beautifully written. Beauty may fade physically, but it lives on spiritually in the heart to last.
Simple and reflective! ! ! Love is living in our hearts, I believe in it, Sir. Keep writing! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eternal love is when your partner dies, you die too.thats the purest eternal love.Nice writes as usual Ruerd.