Classic Poem

I see roses in December,
Think it's April in November,
And it's all because I'm crazy in the heart.
I hear trumpets when I'm talking,
Think I'm flying when I'm walking,
And it's all because I'm crazy in the heart.
I used to be the kind
That acted sober, acted wise,
Until I saw the magic
That happens in your eyes.
But though I'm batty as a hatter,
Baby, don't let it matter,
Don't you worry if I'm not so very smart.
It only means you've got me
Crazy in the heart.