"sunkenepiphanies" poems
Lest not we speak of roses,
or of their reddish hue.
Strike the common violets,
arbitrarily called blue.
Intermixed with a dreadful metaphor,
whose folly is to woo.
Let faith and life be the guide
of whether love be true.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC