Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The deeper the memories that love remains true
I dare the hardest of all diamonds to prove its worth
And lo, beauty is the dream, now I speak of her birth
I sing the musician's song, to warm your heart
This is the day that lives forever; a day without the night
I tell you stories, where roses die, but love, not
And crazy, the cheetah that battles my heart, in speed and in might
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Readily I fret; yet there's love anew
February is red
The month is new
I speak so much but Happy birthday to you!
The deeper the memories that love remains true
I dare the hardest of all diamonds to prove its worth
And lo, beauty is the dream, now I speak of her birth
I sing the musician's song, to warm your heart
This is the day that lives forever; a day without the night
I tell you stories, where roses die, but love, not
And crazy, the cheetah that battles my heart, in speed and in might
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Readily I fret; yet there's love anew
February is red
The month is new
I speak so much but Happy birthday to you!
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