Red and Blue, Oh Joanna I Loved You

I’m sorry. Roses are red. Violets are blue But I’m not the man for you. Oh Joanna I’m sorry It didn’t work out But blooming flowers And souls move on. Opening into the fray I didn’t get to say What the colors spray. It opens and bruises. The many colors Wide awake and tight But up and open Sprouts a flower fountain. The tears spray as the Flower blooms Colors of love and dooms An out come of a curtain Of misfortune. Life goes on But the flower tears and wilts And we cry, Though the flower is tight And immortal. But now it shades A new hue. Blue just for you Though red is dead. We stretched the flower As wide as it would go. Thou are mine And always will be. The new shade Will cover us As we move on. A new life for me And you that is blue. Open and empty Was my heart That you tore apart But now it’s sad and true Because I new I loved you. The many hues Of our relationship Is now grey Except for the new Bloom of blue. A flower which I had prepared Just for you.