I am the red rose flower,
the little one.
Lovers in my blessed power,
of Valentine,
Beseech me,
In the land or the see.
I am the red rose flower,
the little one.
Lovers in my blessed color,
feel it fine.
They wear me everywhere,
And my perfumes fill the air.
I am the red rose flower,
the little one.
Lovers in any hour,
Soon after Valentine,
Say the little one,
Throw me in the dustbin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My Masai friend, no more killing lions but writing poems. Love it 🥰
Killing lions is illegal. Thanks!