Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your heart is mine,
and I belong to you.
For this too a winter day,
and waiting for the first sun in May,
To see you in your spring dress,
and to hold you once more and rest,
Time and time, over and over, I grow restless,
Waiting for you, in the sands of time.
My nerves are restless,
and I cannot catch a single breath,
and I cannot rest for a single moment,
To suffer this sort of tourment,
and wait for you to come, that one day,
That one spring day in May,
Oh, and please do not say,
That you have falling in love with another Man.
For I wouldn't know how to progress,
For my heart would shatter,
My fists would close tight and batter,
and my eyes would see red,
and all our time together would go to waste,
and wasted time is the saddest thing out there,
In this cruel and shattered world.