It was our first encounter, when you gave me
A red, red ribbon
Scarlet, it fits you so much, you said,
And put it in my hands
It was my 12th birthday, when you gave me
A red, red ribbon
Figured you might need another, you said,
And attach it to my bangs
It was your confession, when you gave me
A red, red ribbon
You like red, so here's another, you said,
And tie it on my hair
It was our first date, when you gave me
A red, red ribbon
They say fourth the charm, you said,
And wrap it around my bracelet
It was my last day, when you gave me
A red, red ribbon
You said nothing, nothing at all,
And tie it on a balloon
And let it fly away
Into the red, red sky
YOU ARE READING
Hearts of Roses
PoésieA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
