Roses are Red

and Violets are blue I love these poems and I love you Roses are yellow Tulips ore white No matter what you say every word, ever syllable, feels right Roses are Pink I am too anytime is see your face anytime I hear you Roses can be black Black like your jeans I so adore Black like your shirt I've to love Black like your hair, and it's pretty red streaks Roses grow with thorns I've have a few but nothing I put up ever stops you you look at me like I'm a field of flowers, pretty and sweet. How I wish I could see the way you see me. Roses are always different colours Violets are never really blue But despite the silly little rhyme I will always love you.