**this is not really a poem but plz read anyway and vote/comment,thnx!**
finding the perfect guy is like finding a four leaf clover out of all the other three leaf clovers,and when you do find a four leaf clover you stick it in your pocket but pretty soon that pocket gets a hole in them and the four leaf clover just slips away..
*for those who doesn't get this,the meaning of it is that its hard trying to find the perfect guy for you,just like it is finding a 4 leaf clover out of all the other clovers ,and then soon you will get a hole in your heart,and you can get a hole in your pants pocket,and the four leaf clover slips away just like the guy....so there for no one in the world is perfect...**
