Cliché
Roses are Red,
Violets are blue!
Im sure this came a little too soon, watching as noon bids fairwell. A golden glow shimmers through her hair, as the sun sets my heart bleeds;
The moon rises as time ebbs aways.
Roses are Red,
Violets are blue!
Voices echoe in my head as i try to read,
read her very soul in search.
I dive deep into the blue of her beautiful eyes,
deeper i go as paramount thoughts fill my head;
My breath held deep i begin to doubt.
As her waters surround me, fear...
Violets are blue!
Im sure this came a little too soon, watching as noon bids fairwell. A golden glow shimmers through her hair, as the sun sets my heart bleeds;
The moon rises as time ebbs aways.
Roses are Red,
Violets are blue!
Voices echoe in my head as i try to read,
read her very soul in search.
I dive deep into the blue of her beautiful eyes,
deeper i go as paramount thoughts fill my head;
My breath held deep i begin to doubt.
As her waters surround me, fear...