Roses are red
And violets are blue
Tulips enchant me
And so do you
But spring is short lived
And winter comes hard
And the beauty you had
Represents a broken shard
For those flowers are dead
And not all roses are red
All violets turn brown
When pulled from the ground
Tulips quiver and cry
And reveal your lie
Rain turns to bloom
But this rain only brings gloom
These flowers are dead
And not all roses are red
Rotting violets turn brown
Even in paradise town
-William Nowack
