Roses are read, violets are blue. Did you know, that I love you?
I love you in red, I love you in green. How do I know, that you love me?
The roses are wilting, the violets are dead. How could I let you get to my head?
I packed your suitcase. You walked out the door. Now I know for sure; I don’t love you anymore.
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. ~Hans Christian Andersen