Spring springs, seedlings struggle seeking Blossoms, hearts enchained in frozen soil From long-mooned January snow storms. Assured of their entry ...
No words can describe what I feel, You are the love which is real. Violets are blue,roses are red, I ...
Sometimes life will bring you roses, sometimes violets, maybe a fern, whether blossoms show, or hide their beauty, its often ...
Roses are red, Violets are blue, In Soviet Russia, Poem writes you!
Roses may be red, but why am I so blue? Is it because I am so in love with you? ...