The reds, the pinks,
The yellows, the blues?
Maroons, grey or black?
Thou come'st in all colours too!
Challenge the shades,
exotic, in pristine beauty;
the shy, the demure, the innocence,
The guarded secret of a dream!
From the land of windmills,
Thou art so special;
Spreading across acres rows on rows;
Forever true, filled with passion
The reddest tulip in creation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was refering to forever true. Its like I could really feel the emotion in the words. Its fasanating. By the way sorry i got to you late. I love to read other peopls poems because they are so much better than mine so i thought they could inspire me to write better.