Roses and violets

Roses are red
Violets are blue,
That’s the way we were taught
When we were yet new;
And then we read
And then we grew
And then we knew
There was more to a poem
Then red and blue.
We painted the sky
A different hue.
And now we’re so smart
It’s gone to our head.
Yes;
we are the chosen few
And the child we knew
Is left behind.
Yet still in our heart
We know it’s true.
Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Is still the best way,
To say I love you.