It was the morning that we fell apart

A thorn was digging deep inside my heart
She smiled, but I knew that we were hurt
And of the wrong we were both alert

We were best friends, and this was our first fight
Somehow we still wanted to make things right
Jenny, I am sorry, I was the first to say
We should not end our friendship this way

Ally, you are right. I am sorry, too.
Let's work it out; what are we to do?
Jenny asked and looked into my eyes
We weren't yet saying our last goodbyes

Identify the rhyme scheme of this poem.
A.
Each pair of lines shares a rhyme.
B.
Every other line in this poem rhymes.
C.
All the lines end in the same rhyme.
D.
The even lines share a rhyme.