Answer:
What is red and nailed to a wall?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
What has one eye but cannot see?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
A hole leading in, a hole leading out, we connect to a cavern that is slimy all throughout. What are we?
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?