Repay With Roses

I've got this big old box filled with all these roses Aren't they fetching. I'm strolling for hours feeling like sketching But I stumble upon you while not having a good day, Which leads to a rose of mine come your way. You watch through your long lashes and grin while you outreach But frown when it turns to ashes. Now I have one less flower and you're still not okay, So I give you words of advice and you're on your way. Now I'm not okay but I am because I say I'm okay. Just seven fetching roses all hidden in a box. I wish they were infinite but they're not. Soon it's another day, Another rose. They're not okay, Another rose. Down by the bay, Another rose. Now two, one flowers left and I'm losing my hope But hope that one day I'll be repaid with a rose. Now, I question whether I should give them my flower and award them with the power to fight away any dour thoughts they gain every day. However, I take it upon myself As I wash further into dirt like my flower And I wish I never had any flowers Because now, like my box, I'm empty.