Treasure Island

Mac Adrone Adonay


Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue


Roses are red, violets are blue
The flowers rest on the scenic view
Quietly blooming and flourishing
Kissing the day in a sweet greeting

Rose are red, violets are blue
On this garden, I am waiting you
Come here and see that steadfast I stand
With a bouquet of flowers on hand

Roses are red, violets are blue
I am wishing that you love me too
Blue are violets, red are roses
You're the one who gives me happiness

Rose are red, violets are blue
My love is sincere, my heart is true
Beautiful you are than these flowers
The smile you wear blooms and shimmers.

Submitted: Saturday, November 23, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 23, 2013

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