Broadway Legend Joined: 2/1/05
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss but I only slept with you, because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace if only you could hide your face.
Kind, intelligent,loving and hot this describes everything you are not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace but don't take that paper bag off of your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: marrying you screwed up my life
I see your face when I am dreaming that's why I always wake up screaming.
My love you take my breath away what have you stepped in to smell this way.
My feelings for you no words can tell except for maybe "go to hell".
What inspired this amorous rhyme? Two parts vodka, one part lime.
nice annie! love it!
Broadway Legend Joined: 3/4/04
From Neil Gaiman:
Roses are red,
Violets are purple,
Which is a very hard word to rhyme
And makes me happy that on February the 14th we don't traditionally have to give each other oranges.
Neil Gaiman's Journal
Broadway Legend Joined: 2/1/05
lmao -- I love that plum.
roses are red
violets are blue
you have a nose
like a B-52
a boy wrote that in my autograph book in 7th grade.
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