They says
love ain't a garden of rosses.
They says,
love ain't a bed of rosses.
They says,
Love is a Selfish
generosity.
Love is a heartless
kindness.
But
many beauties spoils
the authenticity of pride.
Many fragrance spoils
the true nature of nature.
One true ross tells
a story without fantasies
for the components of its heart
is a lush from a fountain of trust.
Many hearts can't hold
same ratio of love.
Jealousy will unfold
and tarnish the image of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem