You once said you love me
It was true,
But now its turning blue.
Did you mean it from the heart?
Or was it left there to rot?
How about the smile on that beautiful face?
It was hit by a mace.
Thoughts of it blue,
Is now turning true
With love from the heart
Is not there to rot.
With tears in those eyes
Were not cause by the mice
No matter how less you mean it
I will still say the same
three little words
Wont ever fly away like birds.