I’ve seen others receive a hundred roses,
Their excitement dancing in their eyes.
But for me, the gesture seemed elusive,
Something that never seemed to materialize.
We wait and hope, our souls to be strong,
Dreaming of love that soon shall fare.
Yet oftentimes, the day never dawns…
And the gift of hundred roses remains afar….
But why wait for the one who fawns??
When we can grant ourselves this honour??
So, I took matters into my own hands,
And ordered a hundred roses for myself.
Their fragrance filled the air like a symphony,
As I celebrated my own incredible wealth.
The petals whispered sweetly to my soul,
Promising love and happiness forevermore.
I basked in their beauty, feeling whole,
As though I had never felt complete before.
And as I gazed upon my floral masterpiece,
A sense of pride filled my heart.
I had given myself the love I needed,
A gift that was uniquely my own, set apart.
So here’s to the hundred roses I gave myself,
A reminder of my worth and claim to delight.
For in that moment, I found true happiness,
And the knowledge of how to make my world right.
© Karpop Riba
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