lovers are red
oceans are blue
i love the waters
and they love me too
the neatness of fire
the warmth of the you
the simple equations
i work out for you
the angel numeric
may fit in my stride
this kid in your presence
is hopscotching wide
this naif out of training
has nothing to do
but write little sillies
that may be for you
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 2:47 PM UTC
lovers are red
oceans are blue
i love the waters
and they love me too
the neatness of fire
the warmth of the you
the simple equations
i work out for you
the angel numeric
may fit in my stride
this kid in your presence
is hopscotching wide
this naif out of training
has nothing to do
but write little sillies
that may be for you
who knows the difference
between to
and fro
Request permission to use this poem