Roses Are Red

Roses are red,
And violets are blue,
But words can’t express,
How much I love you.

So here is my heart,
Do with it what you will,
I’ll be your paper,
If you’ll be my quill.

Please carve your name,
Across my heart,
And tell me you’re mine,
Like I was yours from the start.

I’ve said this before,
And I’ll say it again,
The most beautiful stories,
Don’t ever end.