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Roses are Red
Roses are Golden too
Roses come in all sorts of colours, so I am told

If your love is as true as you profess
Don’t buy me roses
There is no need to impress
They’ll look pretty for a day or two
Then slowly wilt and wither away
Like the truth that turns to lies
And just like the dead roses, it will be our final goodbye

Instead save your money
No need for such expense
Show me your love by holding me when I cry
Whisper my name as you tell me your secrets at night
Tell me you love me even when we’re fighting
Show me everything will be okay on the darkest saddest of days
Then I’ll know your love is true
Truer than the reddest roses that blooms in June

By: Amanda J.L. @ginger_poet