The rose, like a heart, is very fragile
so the slightest pain can tear off a silk petal.
With such sorrow in the world
the rose survives and outlasts the toughest.
Its a wonder to witness such strength
and beauty contained in one stem
that maybe we take this forgranted and abuse it
so that another silk petal falls to the rough surface.
The beauty is an enchantment to all
but its forsaken by the jealous and therefore hurt.
It may be fragile yet somehow, its strong.
The power it contains makes it desirable
and the purest form of beauty.
The rose, like a heart, is the best gift to give to another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem