Heart pounding in my ears, hands shaking
Look at you and I’m lost for words
Even in a picture
The unknown is becoming clear
And I hold the secret in my hands
The black rose sits on my hand
The thorns drawing blood
Drip drip drip drip
The rose of my favourite
Your beauty has stricken me again
Although you broke my heart
I lay on the floor
Holding on to the memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem