Wanting Rose



Roses are red

Roses are white

My rose is brown

And I am white


Nature is brown

and green and blue

And blended in

is some white too


If nature finds

That color blends

Why can’t brown

and white be friends?


For I love Rose

red, brown or blue

And oh I wish

she loves me too

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