Violets bloom in spring, they say;

Girl, I knew no other way,

I was shy and scared that day,

Guess that’s why you strayed away.

Little girl in black, walk on,

Depressed, like me—the colors gone;

A smile, so soft, I’d grown so fond,

A frown, so cold, like death had dawned.

Little girl in black, you’re healing

A broken heart on my mauve ceiling,

That reflects on you my sad feeling

And jealous thoughts I was yielding.

Walking from school, no more alone...

The words I said when on the phone;

No wonder all those pangs had grown,

The saddest time you’d ever known.

Little girl in black, my friend?

At least you hoped it all would mend,

What you couldn’t give or lend

To someone else, who’d give the end.

A year passed by, we met again,

You walked by, I felt the pain

When you raised your head in vain,

Tears inside me fell like rain.

Girl in black, please give me love,

Cherish me from up above,

Come to me, my purple dove,

Rush your arms for my smooth glove.

Let me taste your cherry lips,

Golden tang, sweet honey sips,

Violet petals and fingertips,

Rosy cheeks and breasts to kiss.

Violets wilt and die to loom,

All alone in my mauve room,

You’ll be here to cheer my gloom –

Dressed in black for love to bloom.