Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My love for you is a is a beautiful hue.
The soft leaves of an African violet,
Could not be as soft as your hand;
Gentle guiding you give with the utmost of care.
Your love is a most fertile land.
The flowers would not bloom so brightly,
If you had not been in my life.
The gentle slow growing of all that surrounds you,
Was grown with your warmth and your light.
You have grown every bloom, every blossom.
All the love that you have is well earned,
No florist nor gardner should be more deserving,
From you my deep caring is learned.
No plant on this earth is more thriving,
Than the love in my heart that's for you.
No greater gift to me could ever be given,
Your great love is a beautiful hue.
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Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of random, unrelated poems, most of them will probably be funny or moody, I love a good laugh but I get a little philosophical. I wrote most of these poems in school, and all of them will be my own work. All rights reserved.
