She stood like the outstanding one in the midst of all, Hoping for what no one knew Too patient and careful, looking at me cunningly But afraid to come near me, and to reveal what I could read in her eyes She could be every boy dream, but she's my reality She could be that apple tree, but she's the only apple in my sight Since the day we met, she has been and is still trying but having no courage to tell me I doubt if she'll tremble when I kiss her And be mine, when I ask her to But how difficult it is, to tell her all these even though my words are true!