Where Are The Roses You Promised Me? Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Where are the roses you promised me?
The ones with petals so soft as the mornings breeze.
Where are the words you whispered to me?
Written down at your ease.

The roses smelt of rich perfume.
Your words were easy to consume.
Your song I was delighted to hear,
It was so nice to have you near.

But of course I was dreaming
and you were far, far away.
Living your life,
and here I had to stay.

Where are the roses you promised me?
The ones with petals so soft
as the mornings breeze.
Where are the words you
whispered to me?
Gone, they also had to cease.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .