A Hundred Roses Poem by Karpop Riba

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.

I waited and waited, hoping to see
A hundred roses at my door.
But alas! they never came to me,
A gift that always seemed so out of reach before.

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.