She seems a little wild once in a while,
But men are nice just once or twice.
Then forgiving is the best part of love,
And it’s flavored by bad girl’s spice.
With her innovative turns and trills,
She’s the center of most social life.
And her cold denials and rejections
Can cut your aspirations like a knife.
Her growl is more vicious than her sting,
And it transforms to a whisper after twilight.
But bad girls are a lot more fun for some,
And she owns them before it comes to light.
Even if it’s not your heart she reaches for,
She finds joy in a touch time and again.
And oft her notions will outstrip yours;
So let the bad girl win one now and then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem