Roses Are Red Poems · Love
Roses Are Red (For the One Who Steals the Blankets)
Roses are red, my feet are like ice,
you've stolen the duvet — not once, dear, but twice;
yet I'd shiver forever, frostbitten and blue,
for the privilege of freezing right next to you.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“Roses Are Red (For the One Who Steals the Blankets)” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/roses-blanket-thief
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