R O S E S are R E D, V I O L E T S are B L U E

my little blue is collecting roses these day
and we suddenly thought of a sweet poem :)

"Roses are red Violets are blue"

then?
omg
 better do some research for the sake of romantic poem.


* Origin *

It was upon a Sommers shynie day,

When Titan faire his beames did display,

In a fresh fountaine, farre from all mens vew,

She bath'd her brest, the boyling heat t'allay;

She bath'd with roses red, and violets blew,

And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew.

 

wow
please explain to me whoever understand these
but where does my beautiful sentence go?
there's other version too


* the most common modern form of the poem *

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Sugar is sweet;

And so are you.

 

 and there's more and more other versions..... etc.


* here goes mine *

roses are red violets are blue

:) i hope there's no end between me and you :)

short and simple, right?
*hahaha*