A Love Poem by truce
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Climates are hot,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
A person is mousy,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
A chest is hairy,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Words are kind,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Days are warm,
And so is your smile.
