Like a butterfly,
I first saw her under the summer skies,
As like a butterfly-
She's beautiful, wondrous, divine,
And sometimes, from time to time (like a butterfly)
The thought of her flutters through my mind,
With it being every time I see her eye to eye,
All I ever feel are butterflies
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I would like to translate this poem