Violets Are Blue

Did she open her little heart up?
Did she explain her middle name?
Did she show you her secret garden?
In the midst of all her pain?

How could you say you were her friend?
When her broken heart you could not mend.
Your nose is long from all your lies.
The truth is absent from your eyes.

She thought she had something in you.
Something so real and oh so true.
A hand to hold, and ear to hear.
Her quiet soul when held so near. You let her tell you how much she loved you. You let her kiss you in the rain. Violets are blue said the card you gave her. Now only Jesus can ease her pain.