She is quite a mystery,
The girl with the long brown hair.
She is quite the mystery,
Someone who is confounding.
Mind you, I have no crush on her,
But I have this feeling of wonder and awe.
I do not know how to define her,
This beautiful bibliophile.
I am quite acquainted with her,
The female aspiring scientist;
I just don't know her well enough
To find out who she really is.
She seems like a very sweet girl,
If anything at all,
She seems like an impeccable friend,
If I could talk to her some more.
She is just a curious thing,
This girl I cannot fathom;
A camaraderie would be perfect,
If anything at all.
But alas, she is still a mystery,
Unless I talk to her at all,
And I can carry that out,
With a very great withal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem