Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet,
And so were you.
  . . . But the roses have withered,
         The violets were gone.
            The sugar disappeared,
              And so has our bond. . .
I wonder why,
I never said "good bye".
If only you knew
How much I miss you.
If only we could see each other,
Standing by your father,
Saying "I love you".
And our "I do".