You want the mauve orchid
A shade between pink and brown
You possess the mauve orchid
Till the break of dawn
You love to taste its nectar
You love to see it bloom
Deceive yourself not
Of its powers to bring you gloom
For no matter how you possess it
It is not yours to keep
It belongs to no one
And is only loyal to itself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last line holds wisdom