Overnight, in the garden I own,
a little red rose, named Love, had grown
Seeing its glory, I knew from the start
I had to pluck it, place it in my heart
From this exquisite rose, I am giving away
to my friends, a petal or two, every day
And of magical petals, I have no lack
'cause for each petal I give, two grow back
A big rose named Love will as long as I live
fill up my heart: tonnes of petals to give
Now quick, I am sure that in your garden too,
there will be a magic rose, named Love, for you
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I would like to translate this poem
Thats so sweetly written poem...wonderful work like roses at their prime beauty...forever it stays in this poem!