Along the way my ocular hit
A blooming rose with thorns in it
Without a thought I got it picked
And that girl who I somehow think

I handle the rose so caring so gentle
So calmly I pluck one of its petals
Yeah she loves me I whispered gracefully
As hope tickled me that we're meant to be

But animosity was just around the corner
As she loves me not was the next word I utter
With just this single petal I lost my amor
But fortunately chances are still more

It flatters me to pick every single petal
As it excites my being and my mere verbal
Picking every no is not a real deal
Coz she loves me is what I really feel

As the altering routine goes on
The poor thing destroyed without caution
I ruined a flower like man takes dope
Plucked all its petal in search for hope

When the petals dwindles from so much rip
Was then my tears begun to drip
The thought-so last petal reveals she loves me not
That I throw the rose with so much wrath

As I was about to leave I cast my last glance
With hope for a sweet last chance
And that final glimpse makes my smile grew
What I thought last petal there are still two