Musings of Anjul

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Mixed feeling of love and departure, remembrance and pain of loosing.

Roses are red, violets are blue

Rose are red, violets are blue

Love never crossed my mind until the day that I met you

Roses are red, violets are blue

When I’m with you my heart feel brand new

Roses are red, violets are blue

At times when I’m blind I could only still see you

Roses are red, violets are blue

When I have nothing else to look forward for I still have you

Roses are red, violets are blue

When thinking of love, it’s like thinking of you

Roses are red, violets are blue

I’ll save my last dance only to dance with you

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One Response

  1. I write a new poem every day. says:

    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    Your poems all rhyme
    I find this strange

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