Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I never had the chance
to show my feelings for you.
A small rose that was thornless with touch,
both bright and emanating with gleam,
thoughtful, precious, and uniquely rare,
love was shining off her in beams.
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Roses are red and violets are blue.
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The same pink rose that chased me in the wind,
her petals flowing in the air,
though I didn't stop to acknowledge her then,
but her persistence kept her going up bare.
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Roses are red and violets are blue.
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I soon then learned my own thoughts for her,
and was about ready to show how I felt,
but before the moment that she fully bloom,
she wilted as my heart began to melt.
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Roses are red and violets are blue.
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As she went on I was dying inside,
now left in the void like the moon,
but what pesters me most was the unjust time,
that I never got to say I love you.