Tuesday, September 05, 2006


I thought that I could love no otherUntil, that is, 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. Oh loving beauty you float with graceIf only you could hide your faceKind, intelligent, loving and hot;This describes everything you are notI want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off of your face I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -Damn, I'm good at telling lies!My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:Marrying you screwed up my life I see your face when I am dreaming.That's why I always wake up screaming My love, you take my breath away.What have you stepped in to smell this wayMy feelings for you no words can tell,Except for maybe "go to hell"What inspired this amorous rhyme?Two parts vodka, one part lime