On this fine day, in the mist of a sunset,
I lone to hear your voice.
Your hair, so lovely and beautiful,
Your lips so tender and moist.

As you strut down the hall,
I stop and try to converse.
You pass by with ignorance.
As my love begins to disperse.

They say love is like a red red rose,
but you snap back with thorns.
You were my first love,
now my heart is torn.

I've learned from this experience,
always be careful of who you seek.
Beauty doesn't always come with kindness,
find that special girl, and kiss her on the cheek.