To The Rose Poem by Sherwin Balbuena

Owe sunbeam your petals' radiance
Forever it makes you blossom
And whilst a man gives his furtive glance
At you, may you grant it bosom
Then by your reciprocity
You will gain even more beauty

Be proud of the place that you took
Atop the many thorns and leaves
Pity those who stay at the nook
For a rule of this world believes
That a timid heart does not gain
Adulation and joy but pain

Catch the teardrops shed from heaven
Though they hurt your delicate face
Dews on it will have arisen
By the time heaven finds its grace
As sunbeam returns, you will see
Crystals on your face add more glee

To the rose in the neat garden:
Your scent and look delight me most
Oh! You must have come from Eden
Your splendor will never be lost
But all I said would be a lie
If pretty lady bade good-bye