Roses are Red, My Blood is too

Roses are red, my blood is too,

Flowing with love, that’s deep and true.

In every pulse, a story’s told,

Of dreams I’ve held, and hearts I’ve consoled.

Roses are red, my heart beats strong,

For the love I’ve sought, all along.

But even alone, the petals bloom,

In the quiet corners of my room.

Roses are red, my spirit’s hue,

Bright as the dawn, in skies of blue.

I don’t need a hand to hold,

To feel the warmth, to be consoled.

Roses are red, my blood is too,

A symbol of strength, that I pursue.

For love begins, within my soul,

Where roses thrive, and make me whole.

- Syazana

Roses are so stunning. They're so deep red, the colour of blood that indicates a love so passionate and divine that you share with a person. Why am I even dreaming about roses when I don’t even have a person?

Maybe it’s because, deep down, the idea of love has always fascinated me—the kind of love that is fierce and unyielding, the kind that people write poems and songs about. Roses symbolize that kind of love, the kind that feels almost unattainable, yet so desirable. But what does it mean to want a bouquet of roses when there’s no one to give them to me?

Perhaps the roses aren’t about a person at all. Maybe they represent something I’m longing for within myself—something beautiful, something that signifies love, even if it’s self-love. The idea of receiving roses has always seemed like an external validation of being cherished, but why do I need someone else to give me that? Why can’t I give it to myself?

I think I want a bouquet of roses because I want to feel worthy of that kind of love, whether it’s from another person or from within. It’s not about having someone else to share it with; it’s about recognizing that I deserve to be loved, passionately and deeply, by myself. I don’t need to wait for someone to give me roses; I can pick them for myself.

So maybe I’m dreaming about roses because they remind me of the love I’m capable of, the love I deserve, even if it starts with me. I want a bouquet of roses not because I need someone to give it to me, but because I want to honour the love I can cultivate for myself—a love that’s as vibrant, deep, and enduring as those red petals.