Roses are red, ink is black
Once hearts taken this turn, we can't ho back
I know maybe im not the most brave of souls
And yea, I don't think through my goals
But I know for fact that you don't care
And it means so much more then is fare
For I am naught but a peasant to you
And loyal to the King, I shall see it all through
For once I feel fine in this land
By your side, hand in hand
Some call us crazy, maybe its true
But for what it's all worth, Love
Im glad I have you




(Im sorry)