roses are red violets are blueni wanna write you poetry and tell you how much i love younbut I can't find the wordsnno I can't find the wordsnnI could buy you lots of chocolates nI could buy you pretty thingsnI could take you to an opera nI could take you to a swing nnand push you back and forthnand push you back and ofrthnnlike a little kid sometimes I feel silly when your nearnI wanna whisper a secret in your earnI love you nnand I'm not Shakespeare so i can't say this as well as he couldnand I'm not Van Gough I can't paint you a picture as well as he couldnso I'll write this simple songnI'll just sing this simple songnand tell you that I love younnand when we get real oldnand get discounts where ever we gonand you walk with a walker and I limp with a canenand you start to complain nhow your hair gets messed up in the rainnor your arthritis is badnI'll point to the love that's been beside us all these yearsnand i'll tell you then dear like i'm telling you herenI love you