With so much excitements,

He walks to the place she has always favor to go to,

Holding a rose,

With hopes she will love it.

A sweet smile,

On her lips,

With the joint of her cheeks streching to her ears.

The rose has fallen down,

With a disappointed look,

He turns around again.

Too happy,

To even realize,

He is there,

Watching.

She links her arm with the other man,

And walk away.

From afar,

He has already turned his back,

Stepping on the rose,

Walking away with sadness.

​I’m not giving up.