Love is a kind of like a relay race
You spend years to prepare and do your best
Just for a 100 meter chase
You do your part, and run your piece
Only to set up the guy last in line
Your the one who has to release
You watch the rest take place
While you slow to a stop
As the last guy finishes the race
When the time is right
You'll have your shot
To have something worth the fight
Someday you will be the one
Who is going that last leg
Because you are second to none
And when it comes your time
You'll laugh all the times you came second best
And be the one who is in his prime
At this point, your team counts on you
To do what they know you can
And pull them through
You see, love is a relay race
Sometimes you'll win, others you wont
But in the end it's all worthwhile
Like when you meet the one, who makes you smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem