Roses are red, violets are blue. Let me love you. Let me fight for you. Give me the blade, I'll wipe your tears.I'll fight away all your fears. Caress you and kiss you til dawn until dusk, give my your heart and let me gaurd it with trust. Kiss your scars from head to toe, whisper how much I love you as I go. You scream and yell at me, telling me I don't understand the hurt you feel. But, yet, you refuse to let me help you heal. I made you a promise and that I must keep. I made a mistake and in result you put the blade in deep. I can't stress my love for you, senorita. Just know that I know you're perfect, bonita.