Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
So many beauties but the best is you,
The sky is grey but the fog goes away,
I see a new light breaking the clouds,
A angel, A beauty, A new heart,
A sight that is sweet not bitter not tart,
But alas tis the day that my love goes away,
Never I say!
Love is a angel, a beauty, a new heart,
A sight that is sweet not bitter not tart...
