Roses are red
Voliets are blue
Everytime I go to bed
I think about you
I can just hear your voice
and I can feel you in my arms
Picturing you here with me
makes me feel warm
There's no other place
I'd rather be
Than here with you
Or you with me
any poem on love will attract the attention of the readers....and this too and a beautiful poem indeed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Roses may be red and violets hard to discover, you dear love, my friend, is now with another!