Lucky you

I looked above and below,
and in places you’d never know.
I looked beside and behind,
and there was nothing I could find.
There wasn’t the slightest clue
as to why I am, in love with you.

You see, you’re not that noble,
in fact, you’re trouble.
You’re far from the ideal guy;
you’re the type who make girls cry.
My friends can’t believe it too,
I can’t possibly be, in love with you.

But this feelings I have for you,
neither old nor new.
It’s there and it’s true,
and there’s nothing I can do.
I can deny it ‘till I’m blue;
No I’m not, not in love with you.

No matter how much I try
I just can’t find a reason why.
So why spend so much time,
thinking of a lot of rhyme,
just to say a thing or two,
about why I shouldn’t be, in love with you.