Yes This Roses Are For Me Poem by Silvana Krculic

It was dark...
when I left the house this morning
Not much fun, working this long hours

Couldn't start the car...
The alarm jammed up... so I walked
To get some flowers;

Lost the umbrella on the way
Encountered strong showers,

But the morning sun rose strong
Erased the gray lined clouds
Just in time to order flowers

I said: Good morning Sir...
And ordered...

The salesman asked: where to send
The Roses...?

I replied:

Roses... for myself... I want...
I'm that Special Someone...

The morning sun likes me
The note I'll write... for me...

Can't say what's enclosed... 'you see...'

Never want my feelings...
In the open, to be all... disclosed...

With me:

I always carry my silver pen
Between the petals is where the secret
Lies'

Storekeeper:

I'll be here to tell you
Of my heartaches and goodbye's

To the stranger I'm no one...
But to the heart that's alive I'm
Someone...

As long, as I strive... you know
With God: I always will survive...

The roses are for me:
Yes This Roses Are For Me!

SILVANA (BRKARIC) KRCULIC