I hear roses are red,
and some violets are blue,
which has nothing to do with 
how I feel for you.

Wisteria’s purple,
Queen Anne’s Lace is white.
I hope that you know
that I think you’re alright!

Gardenias sure smell nice,
sexy and sweet,
but when it comes to those qualities
you’ve got them beat.

Paintbrush is orange
(and for that there’s no rhyme)
But in your busy life I  
hope for me you’ll find time.

Some tulips are pink 
and most daffodils yella. 
I guess all I’m asking:
Can I be your fella?

Fuchsia’s… well, fuchsia,
Bells of Ireland, green.
I’ll admit that my thoughts of us
are sometimes obscene. 

Magnolia’s ivory,
and some orchids are black.
I think that together 
we’d be great in the sack!

Look, I suck at poetry,
rhyming and verse.
But when it comes down to lovin’
you sure could do worse.

So forget all the botany,
too scientific.
All of this is to tell you,
I think you’re terrific.

Just screw all the flowers,
colors and hue.
What I’m trying to say is,
I think I love you!