For you

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My hearts been cut open,
And I'm bleeding for you.

The sun is always shining,
Gardenia's are white,
You continue to take over my mind,
Leaving me sleepless at night.

With every string you pluck,
I've become a puppet for you,
So I will ask this one last time,
Will you be my Valentine?