Roses are red violets are blue
I love you.
My shining new.
My Midnight blue.
Here's a dear.
I might even swear.
Never will you cry.
This is no lie.
I'm willing to die.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty of Life
PoetryLife is fast and short of you don't stop for a second and take a look it will pass away.
Love
Roses are red violets are blue
I love you.
My shining new.
My Midnight blue.
Here's a dear.
I might even swear.
Never will you cry.
This is no lie.
I'm willing to die.
