Roses
are red, violets not blue
For
they behold an even darker hue
And
if crimson ink were like sugar sweet
Then
I wish for an even bitter treat.
Rubies
are red, sapphires blue
They
glisten as drops of morning dew
Diamond
tears beneath moons of jade
Lay
trapped upon these darker shades
Cherries
are red, blueberries blue
The
saccharin tongue of me and you
Strawberries,
plums, and rotten peaches
To
delight upon the feasting leeches
For
all the sorrows and all the woes
Still
this is how the story goes
Roses
are red, violets are blue
If
sugar is sweet, then for sure not you
And
so, I definitely was his treat
My
crimson ink, like sugar sweet