I have walked through vines,

And seen their unusual lines,

Flowers blooming,

Roots moving,

Roses are red,

Colors are blue,

I give a rose to whom, seems truly out of the blue,

I can sign them a clue,

And tell them I love you,

But what seeps in the most,

Is dancing with them till the depths on dawn,

Kind of like a leaping fawn,

Going on trips to the woods,

Somthing fun is homemade goods,

We can walk in red,

And see eachother in bed,

Walk through the red rose bridge,

And meet at the ridge,

Red roses, To whom I love.