If we ever got into a fight
I would simply send you roses
I would send you ten red roses
I would tell you that
They are my love for you
When they all die
So does my love for you
You would put them into a pitcher of water
And pray every day that they wouldn't die
But they would, one by one they will die
And so does my love for you
But I wouldn't tell you the trick I did
For in that bouquet of flowers
There is a plastic one
This one wont ever die
And so my love for you wont die
But you are to unsure of my love
So you kill all the flowers
And you tell me to leave
But you do not see
That the last one lives
You didn't trust my love
So you gave up on hope
But remember while you sleep
That in the vase next to you
My love it still alive and new
It shall never get old and die
But one day you will see
That I still love you
~Angel From With In
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem was very creative and impressive great work Angel