February 27, 2024

Love Obviously

Violets are blue,

Roses are red,

The alphabet runs

from A to Zed.


I’m not gonna

Write you a love song,

Because you think

That you deserve one;


I’m not gonna compare you

To a summer’s day,

When I’m not even

Thinking that way;


I’m not gonna count the ways

of how I love thee,

I’m not gonna declare my love

On Juliet’s balcony;


Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

You don’t need a poem

To know that I love you.

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