Roses are red
Violets are blue
What wizard of romance
Decided those are the colors of love?
Daisies are yellow
Like a good-natured fellow
Who always finishes last
For no one will give him a chance
And then there's the purple lilac
Of royal stock in fact
The ever-pursued Prince Charming
Perfect in face, but mentally starving
Tulips are pink, blush, pastel
The good girl who never shows and tell
The girl-next-door type
Vacant of personality, society's prototype
Tiger lilies roar in orange
Exotic things, strange and foreign
It's something different they say
Do we dare approve of a biracial gay?
Flowers are nature's expressionist love
Beauty, variation, hard to let go of
Coveted by all, to hold in hand
Left to die, unwatered and damned.