Violets and roses,
not a picture perfect Love scene

Like Valentine's Day.
Movies scene fake,
so less important compared to a dream.
But the kisses
are tender much,
Even before our lips touch.

Love,
is an essence I can't get enough of
So if to starve from it
means I'm surely hungry for love.
A couple tattoo kisses
stay stuck on my flesh, deep down to bone
Of the Mrs,
memories drawn, but hurt me crazy like a thorn

Rose,
sharp are her words, and her body
A often ***** thought in my mind.
I should clear that room,
dust it a few, but I'm still enjoying the view.
I could go blind,
but stay having imaginations vivid of you.

X and O's,
once for crossing my mind
And O,
how I tell you that I don't mind.
One on the heart,
and two for the hole it has.
X right on the spot,
and O, am I not so glad.
For an XO,
written by my heart
Carried by my soul,
so many colours of you to pick from
Babe you're like a personal kaleidoscope.