Upon a bed of roses we once layed and violets grew well down by our feet. The wild violets for which we prayed - they grew and grew. Oh, what a welcomed treat! Before too long the dandelions came. The roses died, it seemed our love was hexed. Love's greenhouse simply wouldn't be the same - we layed there stunned unsure what would come next. The dandelions quickly took control. We overlooked them - soon they reigned supreme. Our love once blessed with nature's loving soul - soon perished, as did our romantic theme. We pined for flowers, greenery and trees. The unpulled weeds - they multiplied with ease.