I pluck a rose that belongs to you
I will trample on the muddy roads,
Climb over walls covered in prickly vines
To pluck that rose,
Like holding your hand,
I will undergo any tribulation
For the sake of that sweet scent
With your name on it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like holding your hand, I will undergo any tribulation For the sake of that sweet scent With your name on it. love expressed in a very fine waY: LOVE IT: TONY
Thank you for your support, I also read some of your poems, very good.