Roses are red, violets are blue, I know this is cliche but i... don't think this will be short enough to make a haiku.

Then there's the colours, forms of grey. On the tips of our tongues, that we are afraid to... reluctantly, but defiantly play.

We stir in the night, our minds still rouse. Ideas and thoughts keeping us away from a true... love that is as the beaches of Laos, though hear me through.

Enjoy the moment, that every second you see. This last part gets tricky but it's for you... &lt;insert name that ends in EEEE &gt;