Classic Poem

If I were a violet, a sweet, white violet,
Waiting for the sun and for the dew,
Struggling through the cold springtime,
Hard beset with cruel rime,
I should surely blow for you.

If I were a rose, love, a great red-hearted rose, love,
Blushing on my stem, as roses do,
After tedious, sad delays,
In the first, warm summer days.
I would sweeten life for you.

If I were a daisy, a golden-hearted daisy,
Shining in the field a season through,
With my petals you should spell,
That I love you, love you well.
With my whole heart only you!