Poem for a rose (primeiro em ingles)

I always open my arms to life
the alive life in the wire of the knife
of the tears that untied for you
I sing songs to see your heart too


it said a friend another day
that if to lose a pine
is the entire forest for me, always
where I can choose another pine


But the time that delays
to choose another tree
is the heart that always
for another love to me


but another mountain arrives
that pain to fill me of love
I will be able to say you lives
one day arrives to prove

Miro (primeiro em ingles) se estiver mal corrijam
lolol

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