Invictus

Poem By William Ernest Henley

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
I've never found someone as patient
As you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you get lost
Then I'll look for you

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
You know I'm always sorry
When I hurt you

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
If I could 
Id turn back to when i first kissed you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you don't believe me
Then what else can I do 

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
Baby no one knows me 
As much as you

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
Believe I'll do anything
To get next to you

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
Tell me you still love me 
And I'll run to you 

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
You might not know
But I love you 

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The stars shine bright
But not as bright as you do 

Roses are red
Violets are blue 
If I could pick anyone
I would pick you

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
The first day I saw you 
That's when I knew

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
No one will ever love you
As much as I do 

Roses are red violets are blue 
Even if you get me mad 
I'll still be in love with you 

Roses are red 
Violets are blue
My heart skips a beat 
When I'm laying next to you

Roses are red 
Violets are blue 
If you love me 
Then show me that that love is true

Comments about Invictus

very gOod i likEd it aLot iT wAs nICe anD cUTE
Me: dont do that Grammar: don't Me: roses are red violets are blue you are a grammar and no one likes you too.
I weeded in my new underwear Uh Oh! ! ! !
roses are red Violet is blue the trees are green and the water his blue
Love is unbeatable. When love becomes a part of our existence and stays in our heart, it means a lot. You know I'm always sorry When I hurt you


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