Randomness

Roses are red
So is my heart
Lucky in love
Never will we part

So I write this poem
Off the top of my head
And I think of him
Without him, I feel dead

I'm not trying to sound
Depressed or anything
I just want to express
My feelings for him

So poems are written
And things are overdone
As is exaggerated
But it's all in good fun

I guess, not really, it's art
Poems are something from the heart

So a rose will die
But my love won't wane
My heart beats with passion
To be with you again

So the title of this poem
Is perfectly fitting
I can't stand the irrelevance
But I'll keep sitting

So now I must conclude
The poem with a bang
Well, I guess I couldn't
Unless I sang