Actually...I can be a poet of myself.....

Forget the roses are red, violets are blue, write a poem, yourself!
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Well, in Hui Xin's blog, I comment in her chatbox about this kissing picture......


I make out a rhyme of this picture:

Why, oh why? Does the picture looks obscene?
Looking at it does it make a sin?
Is this guy and gal' remain unseen?
Or this picture remains a memory scene?

(OK, it may end up quite lame...)

Well, now I am drafting my 'proposal' rhyme, so this is a preview of the last stanza-the proposing part......

With the senses, you scented very balmy,
With the moonlight, your face looks gleamy,
It is this night, nothing would be the stymie,
The girl of my dreams, would you marry me?

(And at this point, some people will puke straight away!)