Roses Are Red Poem by Holly Moon

Roses are red
I must be mad
Violets are blue
I sure love you

What am I saying
This isn't me
Versing in rhyme
Isn't my style

I'm blunt and to the point
Not a softie am I
I hope you love me
Because try as I might
I can't be trite.

I won't try to woe you
With nonsence of roses and violets
You're much to clever to that
I'll woe your mind
With a different challenge
I'll let you read me
Without a word

Let me look into your soul
Let me read your mind
Words we don't need
Since we're of one mind.