Red, neon red, fills my snow white flesh
Red trapezing through my veins
Fresh red, running down my finger
Mesmerized, i feel no pain
Red, watermelon red, brimming with black spots
Little invaders spit out by giants and left to rot
The red, juicy goodness, consumed on days running hot
By all except I, for I’d rather not
Red, italiano rose, swaying in the breeze
Passionate petals stretching wide, awakened from deep sleep
Their fragrance fluttering in my nose as I breath in the May air
And sit beside the regal roses to soak in rays of gold