My darling my lover my
beautiful life
Marrying you screwed
up my life
I see your face when I am
dreaming
That why I always
wake up screaming
Kind, intelligent, loving
and hot,
This describes everything
you are not
Love may be beautiful, love
may be bliss,
But I only slept
with you because I was praised
I thought that I could love
no others
That is until I met
your brother
Roses are red, violets are
blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you
But the roses are
wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head
I want to feel your sweet embrace!
But don’t take
that paper bag off your face
I love your smile, your face
and your eyes,
Damn, I am good at
telling lies
My love, you take my breath
away,
What have you
stepped in to small this way?
My feelings for you, no
words can tell,
Except for maybe “Go
to hell”
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts tequila,
one part lime
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