Another Roses are Red poem
Roses are red.
Violets are blue,
my mood of the same
hue,
But when
I see you
my cheeks,
the roses
resemble,
as I begin
to
Stumble,
Anxious my
heart become,
inside you’re
welcome’d
If I
likewise
in
you.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue,
my mood of the same
hue,
But when
I see you
my cheeks,
the roses
resemble,
as I begin
to
Stumble,
Anxious my
heart become,
inside you’re
welcome’d
If I
likewise
in
you.
