She's as blissful and euphoric as autumn
Tread carefully though as she's so easily broken
Tell her seldom enough that you think of her often
See, she's ever so surprisingly softly spoken
Asking you amiably to take hold of her hand,
Entertain her, for it's her only wish that you do.
She's just so scared that you'll misunderstand
See, she's got it in her soul an' heart; that it's you
But then again if it's only an impossible dream,
Will she really be one to care if it goes either way?
I daren't say she'd be the one to run away and hide
See, she's got to make it through till the end of the day
Only know that she's in love
And it's you she's to speak of...
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I would like to translate this poem