Roses are red, Violets are blue. They are all the same, and can never be compared to you.
Sunflowers bring happiness, reflecting sun’s rays. Morning glories shine with dew, like tear drops wishing the night away.
You smile like bleeding hearts, with sorrow in your eyes. Your hair reminds you of the night you thought you were both wrapped up in tulips, but awoke to find only weeds.
Your soil was turned, your nutrients taken. The seeds you planted, moved and never seen again. The roots you laid ripped from the earth. From the only place you ever felt safe.
Roses are red, Violets are blue.
The garden you grew wilts and withers with each passing day,
But I still see you in bloom.
For out of every flower in any garden, you are still the most beautiful of all.