February
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Can’t I always have you?
I am waiting…
-For the fourteenth day of this month.
Can we be loving teenagers?
I never really liked the lonely years.
-When I didn’t have you.
I felt so cold and all alone,
You’re here now and that is all that matters
Roses will come
And violets will leave
But it don’t matter as long as I have you.
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