A poem I wrote once
When the rose is a single bud, it is doubtful
When the rose first petals visible, there is hope
When the rose is compleated, it is love
When the rose is faded, it's over
You gave me a rose
A large and compleated
It is made of plastic
Tänkte att den kanske skulle se bättre ut översatt, kanske inte helt korrekt men jag försökte. Det är fri tolkning.