Love is like a garden of roses

I think a lot of what love is and how can be expressed and I have come with an idea of a garden full of roses; which is beautiful, attractive and at the same time hard to access as it is full of thorns. Real love is also beautiful but very hard to get; to just get it and feel it everybody goes through various types of hardships, which are like the sharp thorns that surround the garden of roses. Depending on how hard one strives to get the rose, he/she will accordingly suffer by the sharp thorns that can even make you bleed. The pain is sharp but for short. To find love as well everybody goes through pain but for short period of time and if you are not scared of bleeding and keep looking you will get it.

November

Werhi Hidar Kab Hiwetey
zeitihasis kem hudur himam
senbet mealti
anesti metsa ab afdeghe naiti dembi
I’shel ie zinebercu gerhi libi
Enda goiecu kedcu kibel gasha bestahti
Neai mesiluni zimetsa tesatefti
Naita bmeado timesl brikiti senbet mealti
Wei ane gherhi libi

Handebet koinuni iti agatami
Mis semeacu wach wach naiten anesti zensibedani
Libey do kiqedimo ainey weis zitelekotet lesanei
Wei ane gherhi libi
Tefiuni megheletsi naiza mestenker mealti

Entai koinena ile keihatit men alo tehatati
Kulen anesti ziblani ajoki yelen welahanti
Wei ane gherhi libi
Zelos nigherani aikonkinin bizei mikiniat nebeati
Wei ane gherhi libi
Libey zeiteredewo ainei zirio zelo
amlac nikiliwuto do kimahlelo
endabelcu aitinkeratiteni kem qitcha mequlo
ghin zikone iu zimesel libei teqebelo.
Lebamat teshaqolo ziqola atiuwa selelo enda belu
Kem zeitatweni bilen ainei ember ia moitatini
Nighele gualu ia eta bilen aiunu
Nighele kea wedu iu fului kab kulu
Kotas arededa bebeinu iu ainetu
Natei ghin fuluienetu
Adei sile ziseancu iu
bighihatu.