It’s a shame,
that in love’s game,
you can never tell which type you’ll get,
perhaps the shy one you lose,
and are left with a life of bitter regret,
pity none of us can choose.
It’s so sad,
when love goes bad,
when you don’t know which you’ve found
hoping it’s fun and fast
but find it’s one that’s deep and profound
and forever will last.
If we could
and we really should
know in advance what type is our new love
we wouldn’t dread
what may happen but give romance a shove
and have sex instead.