The rose

I come too near to a beautiful rose,

admiring its beauty and looking it close,

Its beauty seems a heavens gift,

I will love it forever no matter if.

Then I forgot these words to thee,

that to love is also to set it free,

I hold the rose preventing it to move,

The worst thing that I do with undeniable prove

I hold the rose not knowing about the thorns

It is my fault to be hurt and suffer from mourns,

Just like picking a burning coal for it to earn,

but it came back to me and I am burned.

Coz the darkwriter loved only once,

but his heart was failed by his chance,

Now he suffered and learned his lessons,

Never Give ALL... Left for yourself now on.