Some Things You May Know; Some Things You May Not
Roses are red; violets are blue.
I wrote this poem; just for you.
Pillows are soft; stones are hard.
I must admit; you caught me off guard.
Cheetahs are fast; turtles are slow.
My feelings for you, continue to grow.
Day is light; night is dark.
When we touch, I can feel a spark.
A library is quiet; A concerts is loud.
When I'm with you, I'm up on a cloud
Sugar is sweet; lemons are sour.
I wish I could hug you; ten time an hour.
Bricks are heavy; feathers are light.
I wish you were here; with me tonight.
Winter is cold; summer is hot.
I don't want to rush; believe it or not.
Angels are good; demonds are bad.
If I screw this up, I'll be really mad!
To sniff is to smell; to touch is to feel.
Everything that you've told me; I hope its all real.
Oceans are wet; desserts are dry.
I know I'm not perfect; but I'll certainly try.
Right now is soon; later's awhile.
I hope this poem, has made you smile.
This poem is dedicated to S.N.J.
Copyright © Blaine Anderson | Year Posted 2009
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