Roses are red, violets are blue.

I'd be lying if I said

That I didn't love you.

But not all roses are red, some roses are white.

You took my hand in the dark

And led me into the light.

But some roses aren't white, there are orange ones, too.

I still dream of the day

When you'll love me anew.

But orange is rare, and some roses are yellow.

I suppose, after our fights,

We both need to mellow.

But yellow roses wither, and up spring the pink.

Away from our love,

I hope you won't shrink.

But there's more than just pink, there's violet and black.

With darkness ahead,

Our love's under attack.

Black roses are dark, I much prefer red.

I'll stay here for you.

I won't leave you for dead.

Roses are red, violets are blue.

Here's my hand for your holding.

My heart is yours, too.