Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
how about you?
But roses aren't always red, My Love,
Violets are never blue,
Sugar may loose its sweet taste,
And so are you.
Indeed you are a rose,
but its venomous thorns,
You are a beauteous ivy,
but the poisonous variety.
You are a cotton cloud
in my blue horizon
You added a touch in my hue a lonely,
Not until you became grey and loony.
My love, you are a spectrum hue,
You gave colours in my life, once blue,
But those colours now go fade,
Will a 'good bye' yours to bade?
©poet_drey
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