Blanche

　　The boy who I like is red

　　He looks like the sun

　　Sunshine every moment

　　The girls write poems for him

　　Smile and hug

　　But I can not do this

　　I only can look at him in the dark

　 Say "I love you" again and again

　　in a sad voice

　　No one can hear except myself

　　In the second half my life

　　I become a sunflower

　　Follow him around

　　Follow him around

　　Every moment

　　Maybe that is the happiness

呃，自创小诗，可能太幼稚了。