The Red Rose and the White Rose

Dreams, dreams, life is like a dream,
But it is too hard to deem.

The agony left by the excitement,
Sallowed and hollowed all enticements.

When I hug you from the back, 
I think of others' faces and tracks...
When I speak this, it's satirical
Alas, there is no miracle...
For this pain is bittersweet, like treacle.....

But I don't understand
What have I ever needed to demand?

You're boring and plain as day
Even sunken, if I may say....
Born in the month of May,
When the white roses outside
Had begun to fray and gray.

The excuse for me to wed you, so hollow 
Is to let my mother not follow
When I go to feed the swallows
And demand me to start a family.......

Oh, your resemblance is so uncanny
To my old, ugly nanny!

So few times when I can smile,
Is when friends of mine say "how un-vile!"
"Your wife is so polite and quiet!"

Sometimes I visit my good friend's house
There, I see his wife in her red blouse
Her eyes and hips extracting man's arouse.

Her character so robust and active

Certainly everybody finds her attractive....
Sadly, she exited my life....

Because, she said, 
"Don't take another man's wife!"

Like a white rose you are,
So clean and innocent and pale...
Much calmer than any gale.
Like moonlight you are....
Reflecting at my bedside
While I stay in my room and stride.

She, however......
Her character is bright to me, like red wine
Which causes men to whine and pine.....
Like the red rose-oh, that red rose!
In my friend's life she makes up his core
But to me she is now no more.....

Encore.......?