My love is like a red red rose
With a white face but Skin colored toes
Flashy dress on a made up face
Painted brows and smoky haze
My love is like a red red rose
With flawless face, striking a pose
Hair in place and nails painted red
How I itch to know what's beneath the surface
My love is like a red red rose
Her every syllable: a common prose
Of clothes and bags and skin and shoes
Oh! How i have wished, her true thoughts loose
My love who is redder than a rose
When angry and when uncontrolled
Who taunts and hurts, bullies the best
But hides her true pain, from the rest
My love who is just a red rose
With soft petals and deadly thrones
Breaks me down when i lift her above
I just wish i knew,how to win her love
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With The Flow
Poetrylanguage of the heart and sound of the soul Poems are more than a jumble of words
