It is a thing so fragile
To hold such beauty.
Petals of many colors
Subdue my eyes.
A symbol for love,
Why has this been so?
Is it because the lady
Enjoys the many colors and how they grow?
The mixture of red and yellow,
Blue and violet.
They prove to be a combination
Quite worthy of sight.
But soon they lose life
And wither away.
For time shows that beauty
Will always decay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem