My rose is something that will never die
It will be with me forever
Even in death.
Its red petals folding, curving, and holding
My memories.
Its smell so sweet like the I breath.
Its thorns defending the rose's beauty
Just as I protect myself.
Its green leaves growing
Like my shadow.
Its stem holds me up when I am down
Beautiful imagery! ! ! ! completely a unique poem! ! ! ! i would like for you to read my poem... what do you see in a rose
excellent! although i think it should say: Its smell so sweet like my breath. instead of: Its smell so sweet like the I breath. good write tho ;) keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
defenitly unique. i love how well you compared each aspect, however it gave me a slight feeling that it was a little out of focus. great poem though.: ]