In the quiet of the night, beneath the moon's soft gaze,
Where shadows dance and dreams arise in delicate arrays,
A heart lies open, longing for a love that's true,
A yearning deep within, for a soul that feels the hue.
Whispers of the past, where solitude holds sway,
Echo in the chambers of a heart that's lost its way.
Eyes seek the heavens, searching through the stars,
For the one who sees her worth, who heals all her scars.
Loneliness, a ghost that haunts the silent halls,
Every room it wanders, every tear that falls.
She dreams of being cherished, held in warm embrace,
Of finding one who looks at her, and sees a queen's grace.
A princess in a tower, waiting for the dawn,
Hoping for a knight, who'll see through every thorn.
To be the center of his world, his morning and his night,
To bask in love's soft glow, to shine in its pure light.
Yet doubts like shadows linger, whispering she's not enough,
That love is but a fleeting dream, a diamond in the rough.
Still, she dreams of moments, where she's wanted, needed whole, Where someone sees her heart, the depths of her soul.
Tears trace lines of sorrow, down a face so pure,
She wonders if there's anyone whose love can be the cure.
For in her chest a void, a longing to be seen,
Not just a fleeting fancy, but a revered queen.
To be the one he treasures, to whom he bares his heart,
To be the one he's chosen, his ever-beating part.
In the quiet, she still hopes, though the nights are long,
For the day she'll find him, the one who hears her song.
In the echoes of her longing, a melody takes flight,
A symphony of love that glimmers in the night.
For she believes in moments, where dreams and love unite,
And in her heart she holds on, to the hope of love's true light.
So, under stars she whispers, a prayer to skies above,
To find the one who sees her, who'll fill her heart with love.
A longing that's eternal, a desire that won't cease,
To be his queen forever, and find in him her peace.
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I would like to translate this poem