• Roses are red,
    and violets are blue.
    I have something to say--
    I love you.

    The violets are purple,
    and the roses pink.
    Please! I have to know
    what you think.

    The roses have faded
    and the violets are grey.
    I guess there's
    nothing left to say.

    Those violets are weak
    and the roses have wilted.
    Nothing hurts more
    than the fact of being jilted.

    The roses are dull,
    the violets dead.
    The day after I told you,
    I now lay in my dark bed.

    The violets turned to dust,
    and the roses black.
    I can never hope
    to call you back.

    The vase I gave you is empty
    for the flowers have long since died.
    You had never thought that on that day,
    you may have lied.

    You keep wishing
    for a way
    to turn back time.
    Yet here I stay.

    You come to visit,
    and for a while, stay.
    To bring those flowers and think
    those three words you never got to say.

    I didn't know, for my spirit was gone,
    you came to see me that day--
    to hold my cold hand,
    but your tears didn't stay.

    If that accident never happened,
    would things be the same?
    Would you have thought about
    your feelings? Or still make me feel lame?

    It doesn't matter now.
    Those thoughts are in vain.
    You know nothing can bring me back
    and that is your greatest pain.

    You came to visit
    each and every day.
    Until your time came
    in the very same way.

    Now side by side--
    together at last!--we lay.
    Both yours and mine,
    'I loved you,' now say.