Roses are red

Violets are blue

Don't you think that line

Is way past its due?

People believe in true love

They see it as a wonderful thing

It comes with someone to hold

And a gaudy ring.

Flowers are flowers

They wilt and they die

So what is the point?

What is to try?

High school brings puppy loves

And those who watch from afar

But why is it there

If you are too shy to wish upon a star?