Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your quarrel is deadly,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
The light is grey,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
A flow is smooth,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Benefits are kind,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
My statement is bald,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
The thing is pretty,
And so is your smile.