Love is like a bird flying through the air
A guy attracted to a girl with flair
Is there even a chance for the rest of us?
I really doubt it, I must confess
It’s always the popular girl that gets the guy
While the rest of us just weep and cry
We are told we will find true love one day
But that, it think, is very cliche
But I broke the rules, unpopular and all
I found the guy, and I stood tall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As I knew you always would, with flair...iip