Margarita Lillico Poet Limerick

Grave Love

Roses are red, violets are blue -
My old wounds have bled from the thorns you spew.
Yet your scent I crave,
From beyond the grave,
Stirred, stiff and still - waiting for you! 

February 7, 2022

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Eve Roper February 14, 2022 at 6:59 PM Congratulations on your win in Andera’s contest, Margarita. Happy Valentin's Day :) Blessings my friend

Chris Green February 14, 2022 at 1:20 PM That was cool, a little creepy and funny. Nicely done.

Andrea Dietrich February 13, 2022 at 6:38 PM A very unusual poem, Margarita. Thanks for entering my contest and congrats to you. Margarita Lillico February 13, 2022 at 8:18 PM Hope no one got offended :) That was fun! Thanks. M.

Anselmo Boles February 7, 2022 at 10:33 PM A clever, kind of morbid (but in a fun way), and very humorous dark tale about crazy love. Oh yeah!! Smile M.L...ab Margarita Lillico February 8, 2022 at 5:28 AM Those limericks, calling for ‘bad, dark and heavy’ :) Cheers, M.