My flower

Another man would write about how, roses are red and violets are blue, but as w whielder of the pen, I want to write about nothing else but you. And remind you that, your soul is good, and you eyes are sunset beautiful but are not the reason I'd choose you, like that breed of men that right about roses that bloom, I too write of a gorgeous heart perfume, for you, raise the essence in my Aura. put me at the Pinnacle place of my existence. you my dear aren't just a mere breed of bunch flowers, but rather a bouquet of the finest qualities, and through the large galactic pantries, I'll still choose you. so roses are, red and violets are blue. but know this.....I'll always choose you.