Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
When the sun sets,
So do you.
As time goes by;
Hour by hour.
I think of you.
I think there is no more.
We've both moved on;
Gone our separate ways.
Done our own things,
Day by day.
One day I looked up,
The clouds coloured grey and dreary.
I looked to the ground,
And there I saw those three special words,
I wrote so many moths ago.
As I read them,
I smile my little smile.
I don't care if people stare,
Because I know that:
I love you!
