I'm cheesy,
and I'm corny,
and easy,
when it's stormy.
I babble,
and wine.
My personality is full of bubbles,
but it's mine.
I cry,
and I sob,
and I wish I could fly,
and I dont like corn on the cob.
sometimes I'm mad,
and I run,
and I know it's bad,
and not so fun.
But at the end of the day,
and begining of night.
When the sun has shone it's last ray.
I know I love you with all my might.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow i cud have a heart attack here hehe.. so sweet and ur heart is on this poem great poem nice ending