She knows it herself
and he'll be the first to confess,
that he's not what she had in mind.
But life's a tangle,
and in the splendid mess
two very different souls can intertwine.
He doesn't ride gallantly
upon a horse,
in bright and shining armour.
Instead he stumbles,
so rude and coarse,
and hides his flaws behind his humour
He's no Prince Charming
and he won't pretend;
he can never play that part.
Nothing to his name,
no fortune nor fame,
his only gift to her is his heart.
He's laid it bare
for her to keep and to hold
from now until ever after.
The life that they share
may not be rich in gold,
but it shall be filled with joy and laughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem