• Roses are Red,
    Violets are blue,
    I kissed a bird
    And thought of you.

    Away it flew into the sky,
    I pretended not to cry.

    I waited a week,
    Didn't hear a peep.
    A month went by,
    Not a feather in the sky.

    A year or two
    I waited for you.
    Then three and four,
    My heart grew sore.

    Before to long I locked my door
    And dreamed of how it felt to soar.