Ode to love

Born from the red roses;
Do ye maketh admiration from junk?
Rolling down vales and sailious across plain
love,you?
Marking with emotion in the most unmarked hearts.
flowing down from the deep mountain sides
And it is thou who maketh it smooth,
Giving birth to offspring in the most undesirable soil
Its thou who courage to forgive a puny fawn from kings;
thou,the thread between Romeo-Juliet
Its thou which make lovers sob
And its thou who maketh guardian rob,


Born from red roses
Ye maketh admiration from junk,
Rolling down vales and salious across plain
T'is you love!!!!!!

march on....................

THIS IS TO ALL THOSE LITERATURE LOVERS WHO WANNA EXPRESSS THEIR DESIRE FOR KEATS,BROWING,OR ARISTOTLE