Funny Roses Are Red Love Poems Novels & Stories

[Rose] My eyes opened at seven, my legs sore because of the heels. I was hungry and Tired. But something in me clicked. I didn't want to work for this office anymore. I didn't feel like working for something I did not apply for. I was supposed to be an editor. I was supposed to be working on projects that I trained for. But I was instead given the position of an assistant, I had to bring coffee, and get copies. Then prepare for meetings I was not involved in. I was never involved. I only sat at a chair noting things. For my boss.

1 "They came for you," she said handing her the roses,"they're red, too bad but they're roses and roses are roses if you ask me. They all smell the same, may it be black, white or red or any other colour if there is."4 That was her personal assistant if you asked her, "thank you," she smiled,"and please close the door behind you." "Wow!" she heard her friend exclaim,"they're beautiful, too bad you don't like red."2

She smiled as she picked the red rose and sniffed it's sweet scent Her eyes widened when she suddenly remembered the last thing she said before dozing off "If you don't wanna talk, pick a color.. Red if you love me and blue if you don't" The rose fell off her hand in shock.. "Wh- What does this mean?"

Sarcasm, she can sense the sarcasm in his sentence. " Like what Ember, why would I give you a rose?." He asked in frustration. I am just trying to make this night memorable and you are ruining all of this by asking shitty questions? no, you tell me why a boy gives his girl a red rose? " His outburst somehow made her smile.

I wasn't good at this sort of thing—never had been. The florist noticed my hesitation. "First time buying roses for your girlfriend?" Her smile was gentle, understanding. "If you can't think of what to say, you could always write the meaning of red roses." She pointed to a poster on the wall. There it was, simple and direct: "I love you."

he announced, smiling freely. "W-what? These three red roses are for me, huh?" I asked. "What comes to your mind and you decided to give me these three red roses? What's the occasion, huh? It's not even valentine's day or my birthday." He chuckled. "The three red roses are for you, sweetie. I know that it's not valentine's day yet, or even your birthday, but I want to give these roses for you. Don't be confused, it's for you."

He got me flowers with a note containing a poem; Plenty of apologies Plenty of kisses Too much love for you Many beautiful promises Lots of hugs Tender feelings so true I will do anything To make up to you I am sorry. It was such a corny poem that I smiled and rolled my eyes when I read it. I was reading it every now and then despite how corny it was. Femi was adorable that was for sure. Such a sweet guy. I had a feeling from the corniness of the poem that he didn’t know what to do with himself in this situation, hence the corniness.

Like how my love bloom In the unexpected place In the unexpected time As the sun rose and set Like the sun My love for you glowed bright And if given a chance, it would spread its rays Until eternity Oh, darling, You made me feel red You showered me with love And made me feel yellow But seeing you with another Made me feel blue And sometimes, I find it hard To feel the other hues “I like how you associate the flowers to love and their colors to your feelings,” Jeremy suddenly commented and I almost forgot that he was there.

Rose Laughed inside their mind knowing it was going to be a little funny. “Crazy is as crazy does…I think you’re crazy just because you’re with me…or I’m with you….Either way it’s just the saaame…just as true…think you’re maybe a little bit mad to love somebody who may be just a little bit bad” She smirked and did a seductive dance for Romero for a moment

Brianna suddenly remembered poetry she once had read in a book: O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune. So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love,