Analysis of Red and Blue, Oh Joanna I loved You

I’m sorry.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue
But I’m not the man for you.

Oh Joanna I’m sorry
It didn’t work out
But blooming flowers
And souls move on.

Opening into the fray
I didn’t get to say
What the colors spray.
It opens and bruises.

The many colors
Wide awake and tight,
But up and open
Sprouts a flower fountain.

The tears spray as the
Flower blooms
Colors of love and dooms,
An outcome of a curtain
Of misfortune.

Life goes on
But the flower tears and wilts
And we cry,
Though the flower is tight
And immortal.

But now it shades
A new hue.
Blue just for you
Though red is dead.

We stretched the flower
As wide as it would go.
Thou art mine
And always will be.

The new shade
Will cover us
As we move on.
A new life for me
And you that is blue.

Open and empty
Was my heart
That you tore apart,
But now it’s sad and true
Because I knew I loved you.

The many hues
Of our relationship
Is now gray
Except for the new
Bloom of blue.

A flower which
I had prepared
Just for you.