Roses are red and violets are blue
Yet roses and violets mean nothing to you
I'm so love sick and so sick of love
I gave you my heart in return for the flu
She loves me, she loves me not
You had loved me once but then must have forgot
O' my love is like a red, red rose
That's wilted and dry, stood dead in its pot
'Roses Are Red' Copyright © 2009 Matthew Densley
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