The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
"Roses are red, But can sometimes be blue, And other times yellow, All three can be true. But one rose must stay, And though I said me and you, I'll give up myself, Since it can only be two..."