I fell in love with a rose.
It wasn't the petals
that caught my attention.
Or the way she coordinated
herself in color
It was the ultra ordinary way
she dared to be herself
while everyone was watching.
If everyone is purely caught
on the beautiful arrangement of petals
What does everyone plan to do
about the thorns or the leaves
Taking away from what truly makes her
beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem