Roses blue violets red

You across the room
stairing at me
my head's to the ground,
could it be?
Roses red and violets blue
say it isn't so
no way I that could love you
right I don't!
I don't dream about your kisses
or miss you when your not here,
I don't wounder if you think about me too,
or if you like me too
no need to wounder
cause this romance is dead
but if roses were blue and violets red
maybe it could be true
I don't want this romance dead