For My Playful Sweet Echoes

For My Playful Sweet Echoes

A Love Poem by Anon

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

The voice is playful,

And so are you.

Orchids are white,

Ghost ones are rare,

Cells are white,

And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,

With buds like eggs,

My hand is hairy,

And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,

Up to the skies,

Your victim is innocent,

And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,

Surround the farms,

My curve is smooth,

And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,

Daffies have style,

My head is pretty,

And so is your smile.

A Sweet Echoes is beautiful,

Just like you.