Treasure Island

Kara Aleid was Thomas


Roses are red......


Roses are red,
violets are blue,
Guess what i've falling
in love with you.

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
i love you and
you love me too.

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
i cant wait to see you
i really missed you :) .

Roses are red,
violets are blue
candy is sweet
and so are You :) .

Submitted: Monday, June 13, 2011
Edited: Saturday, October 08, 2011

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  • Hilton Ball (6/13/2011 3:34:00 PM)

    : -) thats nice i like it and nice use of the old ryme roses are red im a new poet to this site if you can whould you mind checking out some of my poems the names are: a poem, feeling, my first love ect if you like them comment on them bur its easyer to just look for my name Akilleas sideous (Report) Reply

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