Love is like a rose
It blossoms as it grows
It wilts and withers
In cold, dark shades of grey
but somehow it manages
To seek another day
It shimmer and shines
In the light of blithe
but no matter what
It never really fades away
Its kindle burns so bright
The power of our love is so strong
we have been through the worst of pain
Only to sparkle and glisten in the rain
Our love will never blanch away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's a pretty love poem