Love, what is it
Now days love
Is like the game baseball
You play it to get to first base
Then you slide on into second and third
Next thing you know love
Becomes the ball in the game
It gets thrown all around you
Until you make it to a homerun
You think that love is the greatest thing in the
Moment but then the ball caughes up to you
You and only you
And then you wish you would have took your time
So in the end the feeling would stay
No matter if you get to have a lucky homerun
Or if you only get the ball
So tell me what is love in your
GAME
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem