John Cena is here, but
if you truley love him, hold
him close and dear
My Champ is near, but
all my fears was left in
tears
When time goes by,
there's not a day, that
I let people get in my way
Each time I see you,
I sit and wonder why,
I have to say goodbye
When you was out,
I had the doubt, why
Randy put you out
Randy you better pray
because you will pay,
for the pain, you put
John Cena in
There's not a day
that goes by, people
wonder why, they
see me set and cry
John Cena is my champ,
my heart powers on an amp,
without him, my life would
be nothin, but paper thin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is muscular. I wish I could see John Cena’s thighs more often.