Roses of red...

Here's a poem I found:


Roses of red fall on my head
He smiled and then turned away.
Roses of red grow in my heart
they bloom when he passes me by.
Because he makes me happy, and he makes me cry.
I bloom when he passes me by.

I know he doesn't love me--
He's too different.
I know he knows,
And he knows I know,
We're just too different.
Oh.