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!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem