Roses Are Red And Poems Read Comments

This is so sad- -maybe if we protest and riot and make truly awful rhyme they will begin notifications again? ?

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. Percy Bysshe Shelley JUST SO TRUE AND BEAUTIFUL I will smell the leaves as we all will Thanks JA ji

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. Percy Bysshe Shelley

Love you darling coz you are red like a rose.