Roses are red
I must be mad
Violets are blue
I sure love you
What am I saying
This isn't me
Versing in rhyme
Isn't my style
I'm blunt and to the point
Not a softie am I
I hope you love me
Because try as I might
I can't be trite.
I won't try to woe you
With nonsence of roses and violets
You're much to clever to that
I'll woe your mind
With a different challenge
I'll let you read me
Without a word
Let me look into your soul
Let me read your mind
Words we don't need
Since we're of one mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem