My Roses Were For You Poem by Katerina Yanchuk

All my roses are for you,
Some black, some white, some blue
Please keep them safely in the night
And please embrace with morning light

I give you all my roses, man
It's all I have, be good to them
They need a little love, caress
A gentle whisper, more or less

Your great award will be a scent
Exactly like from heaven's plant,
The beauty will explode around
You will be raised up from the ground

And after some your wavering
You take my roses favouring
And breake my roses, i say: 'Why? ! '
But all i hear from you is LIE

The tears dropp down upon my face
And heart is left without embrace.
My love is dead, and roses too,
I have the last one, not for you...