Roses are crimson

Violets are obviously blue

This isn't a love story

But of a boy named Drew

His name rhymes with these lines

But his story is all the same

for every male and female who's ever felt a certain flame

The heart breaks and bends

it fuses and mends

Sometimes on its own, sometimes with help

There's a tug and pull between two beings

But only one can win

Drew didn't know this at first

She was just too sweet, he knew her well

But she knew more, it seems

Before the day was done,

our little Drew was reduced to a pile of smithereens

And his sweet little dove held his best friend by the hand