Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Thank god the day
That I met you
And so it goes
Through out the years
Until the day
You say there is
Nothing left to do.
You packed your bags
And left the next day.
Without saying a word.
Am still standing there
Hoping one day
You will say,
I wasn't thinking
Straight that day.
So can I come back home to stay?"
"No you should have thought
about it,
Before you left that day."