My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife;
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming;
That's why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss;
But I only slept with you 'cause I was piss.
I thought that I could love no other;
That is until I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is you.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes;
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "Go to hell."
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two bottles vodka, one bottle lime.
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