Why do I fall into 'like' so fast?
Have I not learned from my past?
I start talking to a girl, think she is pretty
Here's where it begins to go bad, I start to get giddy.
But something about this girl feels so right,
I get a feeling as though everything will be alright.
She is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen,
With all of the good things in between!
But as hard as this is going to be,
I have to do this, not for her, but for me.
I will try my hardest to take my time and not rush.
After all, I have just met her, it is only a crush.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem