The finest part blooming in time
Reveal the beauty of fashion.
Its blossom bloom produce flowers
Big and small. Flower is beauty
Define as a woman.
The feminine figure of a woman, delicate part.
The color contains her beauty and demure scent
Hidden secret. Its glory brings great
Condition to any individual passed on.
The flower is a sign of love,
Passion and emotion of the human race.
It is composed of true devotion and
Sincerity to win one heart.
The beauty hold and carry,
Being captured by someone's hand.
It is beautiful to imagine;
The passion and sensation it brings.
The butterfly uphold every bit of
The scent in its petals was so steady, so tight.
Along the way time passed by
The flower being alone broken
And damage, inflicted by someone.
The heart murmur so deep,
The cloud appears drops fall.
The eyes of God has seen her oneself,
Carry on in his affection, hold her faith,
Make her stronger firmly and live one more day.
She will make it through the rain by God the
Father above all things.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
13 January 2004
10: 35 AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem