I thought I trusted you and you to,
Roses are red, violets are blue,
This was a holiday of love and you were just cruel,
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Turns out I grew up with you,
But you had no clue,
Roses are black,
and so are you,
The violets turned brown,
And for now,
i'll make even more frowns.
But only I will hear the screaming sounds.
But do I still love you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Make it have no love in it