One rose crushed still lives.
A heartbeat hushed still gives
An aura
Of flora
To empty rooms.
Born out of pain
Love blooms.
That wine stain
Of the lips
Pure nectar
Sharing sips
To linger on.
What shone
Is never gone.
A treasured kiss
Unmeasured bliss
Eternal.
And then
Infernal fire.
Yet,
Can you hear the choir
Rising like purple flume.
As tragedy mocks
Emotion rocks
And love will bloom.
All regrets
End with sunsets
That will rise again.
Cry your tears
But face your fears
And throw them from
A speeding train.
Tomorrow
Let sorrow,
Like dewdrops
Fade in the sun.
Then fly
So high
And fast.
Where clouds
Of cotton candy
were spun.
To leave a past
With sonic boom.
When pretty prose
Lies comatose
Remember
Love will bloom.
Just one rose.
When pretty prose Lies comatose Remember Love will bloom. Just one rose a glowing tribute to love
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I would like to translate this poem
Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, And so are you (traditional)