Write a short poem about anything

roses are red violets are blue i thought i was ugly till i saw u

Explanation:

the aspen leaves are turning

and the fire in my heart continues burning

a song in my soul

happiness is its goal

and yet the fire continues to reap

and the beauty of fall seems to weep

and the tears continue streaming

and my heart continues screaming

for my love, he cannot see

so in pain, I'll continue to be

and yet my love continues strong

for I feel that nothing has truly gone wrong

for the aspen leaves are falling

and the song in my soul is calling.

it is an infinitive phrase with a subject.