Roses be red,
Violet is blue,
"Girl," I said,
"I'll heal you."

This is a tragedy,
I can't reclaim
The past, they're
A symbol of change.

I've fallen for her,
A poet, indeed.
Only I know how
Unwise that is.

I don't care,
The heart wants
What it wants,
That's the cliché.

Roses be red,
Violet is blue,
"Girl," I said,
"I'll heal you."

Time is telling,
The story is being
Written as I write.
Hold on, girl...