Poem To A Rose Poem by Jean Eugene Guan

You were there at my reach,
A rose of radiant beauty.
You are my pleasure,
As I stare in your clarity.
That fragrance so refreshing,
Amazed by that smile.
You are most of an angel,
Appreciated for a while.

Yet I can't have you,
You are not meant for me.
Your thorns are hallowed sharpened.
I can't touch you my rose
For you are just for my sight.
I can only see to amazement.
This I suffer from plight.

You don't belong to me.
You will never be mine.
For you grow not in my garden,
and I just can stare to see.
You can't be plucked away,
You must stay free.
Free to grow, to love, to be loved,
As I loved thee.