You gave me a crimson rose
And named it love
But it all came to past
When my name suddenly changed from love
To now being called your Rosyred for life.
YOU ARE READING
The one Before that you were my Christmas
PoetryFrom all this cheer It seems to me It is going to be a white Christmas This coming end of the year.
You patched up a scar, Just like you patched up my heart
You gave me a crimson rose
And named it love
But it all came to past
When my name suddenly changed from love
To now being called your Rosyred for life.