“Roses are red”

Roses are red, violets are blue,

The center of my world begins and ends with you

“How do I love thee?”

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

“Kiss From a Rose”

Baby

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray

Ooh

The more I get of you

The stranger it feels, yeah

And now that your rose is in bloom

A light hits the gloom on the gray

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