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