Beautiful rose that stands out wherever I place you,
you stand out with your green leaves and fill my heart with your sweet red passion.
Your life... A great river that fills my being, among such beauty you are pure,
you make me that flower lost between disappointment and desolation.
When you grow up, you fill me up but I die in your kisses;
When you dry yourself off, I die inside,
even though I stand up and am reborn again.
I understood that to be a rose is to be a little bit of color and freshness,
your dreams is the breeze that checks them in the morning,
you bewitch the moment with your sweet scent that rests in my mind,
my great rose of love
