Riddles are red, and valentines are violet....A Poem by ChaoscaineA request.You had me from the start You pierced my cold heart I’m no longer jealous of those Who walk around with a rose Because I have something better Than a song or love letter All I really need is you Because no one else can say, see, or do Anything to make my heart warm During the black storm What my lips trip over is this With a hug, love, or kiss I try to find the perfect rhyme To ask you to be my Valentine © 2010 Chaoscaine |
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Added on April 25, 2010 Last Updated on April 25, 2010 Author
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