If Guns Were Roses

If guns were roses,

We’d be shooting people dead

With affection.

If guns were roses,

I’d murder you if I loved

Your complexion.

If guns were roses,

Cupid’s bow would be

Rendered obsolete.

If guns were roses,

Death would make

Romance all complete.

Of course this is such a silly ideal

But the one thing that makes it all the more real

Is the crazy heights love can climb.

In the mean time,

Why don’t I shoot you in the head

With this rose?