To the Flowers of Intramuros

I could hardly forget your charm,
But the pain of you still floats in my blood.

I carried you in my hands, tightly as I could,
When I picked you to be in my vase.

But then came big winds
And took you away from me...

Sad, I am thinking when I picked you,
This could be the beginnings of something really great...

I wonder, thinking, someday I could replace you,
Chances came, chances failed,
But why can't I?

(I found it! This is a poem I made as a school seatwork.!)
11.02.2003