Poem Time

[Parche]

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
> Marrying you has screwed up my life.
>
> I see your face when I am dreaming.
> That's why I always wake up screaming.
>
> Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
> This describes everything you are not.
>
> Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss, But I only slept with you
> because
> I was p'ssed.
>
> I thought that I could love no other --
> that is until I met your brother.
>
> Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
> But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's
empty
> and
> so is your head.
>
> I want to feel your sweet embrace;
> But don't take that paper bag off your face.
>
> I love your smile, your face, and your eyes .......
> Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
>
> My love, you take my breath away.
> What have you stepped in to smell this way?
>
> My feelings for you no words can tell,
> Except for maybe 'Go to hell.'
>
> What inspired this amorous rhyme?
> Two parts vodka, one part lime.
>