My knight in shining armour,
A dream come true.
Those were my thoughts,
When I first met you.
I finally got my crown,
The lucky four leaf clover.
A wish upon a shooting star,
All along you had not been very far.
The shining sun right after the storm,
Gold at the end of the rainbow.
My prince had come to rescue me without hinder,
Bringing with him a glass slipper.
Fairy tales are only stories of fiction,
Life is real without a doubt.
My knight in shining armour knew what tales to spoil,
Turned out to be a jerk wrapped in aluminum foil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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