Girl you have that glinting eyes
no boy can explain,
that soft flossy lips which shine
through the rain
You have that seraphic smile,
like a fine collecion of art,
portrayed in the core
of one's heart
You have that beaming beauty
like a blessing in disguise,
when the boys see you
they freeze and fantasize
'Holy smoke! '
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I would like to translate this poem