Day 18: Rose of Calamba

My eyes have met a lovely rose

Introduced to me by a giant tree

I didn't notice at one look

But I did go there to solve my clue

And I fall in love, before I knew

I've introduced myself to this lovely rose

but being careful from, it's prickly thorns

back of my mind I'd regret

For doubting the beauty of this 

But now I knew, I want you

I've made attempts, to pick you up

but your thorns are just, too stubborn

But who am I to blame you

Have I known this rose was hurt before

and let me mend the wound you felt

There are times I tried, and times I backed

I tried to water and fix you up

But a man can only wish for some

I have to accept my fate

I can only watch you from afar

But a stubborn heart never learn

As multiple times I tried to pick you up

but only suffered a bleeding hand

every thorn piercing my flesh

is a reminder that I cannot make you mine

But today I wish to bid my farewell

For this lonely boy won't bother anymore 

I hope the day you sheathe your thorns

is to some person who know

how to love the rose of Calamba