when I was a littlie girl I wished for my prince. to come and save me like in the move. to take me to his fore away castle. it is funny how you are older and you still have those wishes. but in the end I get my wish I get my prince. he dose not have a castle. he never saved me from dieing. but he did save me he taught me to not to give up on my wish. so in the end I get my prince and my happy ever after.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem