Back when we like one were.
I then said, did I not?
Life for us then truly was.
Others I thought really did.
I did not know where to turn,
so I turned to you.
How could you hate so much?
When it was you I loved.
Roses in bloom, then are red.
Violets don't blush when their bled.
One small heart in the spring,
robins call.
Unless a new cycle is wrought.
With me my love, one is blessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very charming and wonderful IIP Thank you, Ts.