Violets are blue,

Roses are red,

The alphabet runs

from A to Zed.

I’m not gonna

Write you a love song,

Because you think

That you deserve one;

I’m not gonna compare you

To a summer’s day,

When I’m not even

Thinking that way;

I’m not gonna count the ways

of how I love thee,

I’m not gonna declare my love

On Juliet’s balcony;

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

You don’t need a poem

To know that I love you.