ROSES ARE RED

A long long time ago,
On graduation day,
You wrote into my book,
You signed this way:

Roses are red, my love,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, my love,
But not as sweet as you.

We dated through high school,
And when the big day came,
You wrote into my book,
Next to your name:

Then I went far away,
and you found someone new,
I read you letter dear,
and I wrote back to you:

Roses are red, my love
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, my love,
Good luck, may God bless you.
Is that your little girl?
She looks a lot like you.
Someday some boy will write,
In her book too: