roses are red...violets are blue...sugar is sweet.whats that got to do with you?your more like honey add grahams and your crummy..its a bummy poem..cause i aint gat no money..no dough for a bunnie a sure no show for the cunn*..as u lay in bed at least let me rub up ya tummy..instead u call jack..**** this girl slack..this was pose to be a happy valentine..but obviously i've been stabbed in the back...Love?I must be on crack..if it knocks on my door i take the broom and give it a wack..and while its on the floor set my dogs to attack...love flows from my paper stack so the more it grows the more i feel intact..real recognize real..telling you how i feel bout dat...so to love maybe one day riding the backs of a dove..or late night / early morning after the club drunk and hi with no glove..however i am to again become entrapped..not worrying about stray arrows from cupid..this time im strapped...leave him on the floor dead..the day love died is the day an angel bled..yet still I'll love you forever despite all ive said...i'll love you forever or unleast until were dead