random bakwaas

Roses are Green, Violets are Yellow,
But I am not a dirty fellow,
And becoz u r always on my mind,
I have become colourblind!




U r my rose, I am ur flower.
U r my bulb ,I am ur power.
Without u in my life there is no light.
Will u go dancing with me tonight??

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