Where is my brave knight,
In his silver, shining armor?
Where is his noble,
Tall steed?
Perhaps slaying dragons,
Perhaps saving the damsel?
But doesn't he know,
That I'm his damsel?
I've waited so patiently,
For far, far too long.
I'm sick of waiting,
I want this right now!
He should be riding up,
On his great, noble steed.
Come to rescue me,
From my lonely heart.
But yet.....,
He is no where near.
I suppose I'll wait,
Just a little longer.
Because they all say,
Anything worth having,
Is worth waiting for.
i almost cried. here i am sitting in class and i almost cried. this was beautiful. i want my knight too! ! ! ='( you are so great with ur poems. thanks for asking me to read them. feel free to read mine too! ! <3
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I would like to translate this poem
He should be riding up, On his great, noble steed...anything can be worthy and we can perceive with any object and its values. This poem is very nicely and brilliantly penned...10