For My Intense Perfume

A Love Poem by jay

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Agony is intense,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
An odor is spicy,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
The doer is thinker,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
The aroma is pungent,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
A pine is yellow,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
My name is pretty,
And so is your smile.

A Perfume is beautiful,
Just like you.



Thanks to Datamuse, whose word engine was used to complete the poem.