Roses are red, violets are blue,
This doesn’t rhyme, but I wrote it for you.
There are poets around, you know it too
The one that writes you poems, is a person who
Cares what you do and cares who you are
And keeps you near and worries when you’re far
What happened long on that fateful night,
Should be fodder for stories when he’s holding you tight.
The coffee was espresso the conversation was light
But who thought the outcome could have changed our life.
With no dancing to follow, parting was sweet sorrow,
But a wedding it was that delivered you back to me
So roses are red and violets are blue,
but now I have this beautiful picture of you!
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