Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, My Rhymes are Terrible, But at Least I'm Trying Too

Roses are red, violets are blue,
My rhymes may not be great, but I'm trying too.
I'm no Shakespeare, nor a Poe,
But I'll keep at it, and my skills will grow.

My verses may stumble, my lines may falter,
But I won't give up, for I am no quitter.
I'll keep on writing, day after day,
Until my words flow like a river in May.

So if my poetry seems a little rough,
Just remember, I'm not giving up.
I'll keep on trying, with all my might,
Until my rhymes are perfect and bright.

So roses are red, violets are blue,
My rhymes may be terrible, but I'm trying too.
And someday, I know, my poetry will be great,
And my words will touch hearts, like a love that's fate.