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Copyright © 1988 by Charles G. Hill
Roses are red,
Violets are puce,
And most everything
In the house is chartreuse,
But I'm not concerned
With occasional hue;
I never see colors —
I see only you.
Roses are red,
Pansies have faces,
And I have wound up in
The craziest places,
But I need no map for
The things that I do;
I don't see locations —
I see only you.
Roses are red,
A Rorschach's a blot,
A twittering virgin
Is something I'm not;
I have desired others,
The way people do,
But though I have watched them,
I see only you.
Originally posted on the QuantumLink service (since absorbed into America Online) in April 1988; posted here 26 August 1997
| Writings | E-mail to Chaz |
Copyright © 1988 by Charles G. Hill