I got from facebook a beautiful flower
Now I'm entangled by her twine held bound by her splendor
Her pines and thorns like a gate keeper
But her petals so tender
Her image not held still far
Her origin I'm yet to discover
I see her a diligent lover
I feel her more than a carer
Out of my whim in fear I take her
And after all see her what I call her
And oh I call her my wonder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem