Roses Are Pink Against My Cheeks
Roses are red, indeed they are.
Violets are blue, in weather, fair.
Where’s the romance of moon and stars?
Need to fill up my reservoirs.
Roses are pink against my cheeks.
Violets are small, a token friend.
The sun, likewise, warms up the weak.
The source of truth - the Son, I seek.
6/3/2023
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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