A fragrant rose,
Isn´t enough to tell how sweet you are.
A thorn pr eek is never painful,
Then living without you.
Oh! how m i suppose to live,
Without you.
Coz i breathe you every day.
And without you my breath,
I am dead.you are my every day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem