Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
When people want the devil,
I just direct them to you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You're a strange mystery,
That I love to pursue.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
My heart only beats,
When I am with you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You're under my skin,
Like a dazzling tattoo.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Beauty has a definition,
And it’s clearly you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
This is getting ridiculous,
So now I’m off to do a haiku!
Oh baby of mine!
Where have you been all this time?
I miss you, Haiku.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
