This rose plant, she said
was for my heart.
The fragrance of its roses
made me drunk in love.
Suddenly a storm came in rage
broke off the branches, shattered the petals
off they went all scattered into the air,
leaving my heart sobbing, crying, all alone.
I will nourish it now
gently with love,
Will wait and see how
it blooms again in the spring.
It was so delicate.
The sudden onslaught of the fiery
storm, it could not sustain.
In hope my poor heart lives again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem