Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Leaders are thoughtful,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Locks are curly,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Your dress is sexy,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My display is dazzling,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
The room is warm,
And so are your arms.
Daises are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Your beauty is dazzling,
And so is your smile.
A rose is beautiful,
Just like you.
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