Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
You are always in my head
But you have no clue.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue;          
I'm still here lying on my bed
Thinking of you.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
Dreaming for us to be wed,
Is there a chance for me and you?

Because a glimpse of the world,
Cease to exist as I sit in despair,
The contrast of a disability,
Is how I stay aware.

I may not see the bright blue skies,
Or the glowing stars that shines at night,
I still hear the rain as it claps on the ground,
And the voice of a man singing in delight.

Like water shall fall as if I were a cascade,
I may not see where I set foot,
But I can touch the stones called walls,
The softness of my shoes that helps me stay put.

I may not see the colour of your lips,
As some would say pink or close to wine,
But I do not care,
As I feel love when our lips sync and arms intertwine.

I am not a blind man,
But if I could walk a mile,
The land discovered shall be cherished,
Shall it be a journey worthwhile.