poetry
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are
you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the
sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell
Except for maybe "go to hell".