Poetry

Shining Armour

He rode over to remind me of roses

He swam across to serenade me with songs

He carefully cut my confession

Then ran out to right all my wrongs

He gave me the greatest of gifts

He fought to free my soul – so forlorn

He handled my heart lovingly with his

Then softly subdued all my scorn

He nurtured my needed naivety

He lavished me with long-flowing lace

He bound my brow with his braveness

Then, faithfully, fell at my face

He tenderly taught me to take

He hurried out the heat of my hate

We kissed in the cool of contentment

And forgot all the fears of our fate

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