Roses are red
Violets are blue
My heart pumps red
Yours, I'll pursue.

Roses are roses
and violets,
  violet

Red are the roses
and blue is
my soul

Cold,
    as it longs for you
Waiting,
    for a warmth it may never
         receive.

Colourful,
the flowers
as they bloom

But wither
they may
through the
seasons

and

    the

      days.