I see him as this gallant knight 
whose love could rescue me, 
but time reflects a truthful light 
upon my fantasy. 
His carefree spirit roams the land, 
in search of hearts that swoon. 
Not satisfied to hold one hand, 
he kills a dream too soon. 
Amidst my cry of sapphire tears 
I hear a thundering roar 
and through the mist a rider nears; 
a sight like none before. 
Dismounting from his royal steed 
he quickly dries my eyes 
and whispers his romantic creed; 
my hopes for love arise. 
Inviting me to join his ride; 
my soul begins to sing. 
I'm thankful for the dream that died 
or I'd have missed my king.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    