Distant rose

I started writing this poem months ago (June 2006, to be exact). I never got around to finishing it and now I've decided I don't want to finish it anymore. And so I'm posting it now. It shall remain like this forever. By the way, I started writing this poem after a conversation (via Gmail chat) with Mungkey, a poet and a college classmate. It started with me asking him about his "signature" and ended up with us talking about how sad and painful it was to be in love with women who are way out of our league. He said he wrote some poems about such predicament and I thought why wouldn't I do the same.

admiring a rose from a distance

it was not what i hope to find
but over green fields there it is
a flower so pretty
and i go lurking, admiring
the rose from a distance

the gentle breeze touches it
and i am moved, filled with
joy and peace and wonder
over the distance i felt it
such beauty and grace, such color

i have to move closer
to see things clearer
but as i walk towards it
the colors begin to fade
i'm at a lost, what's happening

and then i saw it
a blood red ribbon tied around its stalk
a kid made you his
i come closer and you fade
beauty and color and fragrance all

or is it the flower's choosing
to fade away as i draw closer
i don't know, how, why can cruelty
be inside such beautiful creature
i'm at a lost, what's going on