A poem that rhymes

Roses are red,

Vilotes are blue,

My love for you is true.

But your love for me is dead.

So I'm going to cry,

So I'm going to tell you bye,

Now don't ask me why,

For I will never tell,

I feel bad for you guy,

All you want to do is yell,

All I want to do is cry,

So this is good-bye.

No it's not a hello.