My Knight

A poem about my knight in shining armor.

My Knight
doesn’t have shiny armor
isn’t the best fighter
cannot handle a lance

My Knight
underneath that armor made of rusted earth
underneath that broken and dented helmet
is all could ever wish for

My Knight
is not the best looking
does not have the smoothest skin
does not have the most enchanting voice

My Knight's
eyes can seduce me in a glance
skin turns to velvet when he touches me
voice can make your blood flow faster with a word

My Knight
is an ordinary man
is a poor fellow
makes and grows what we need to live

My Knight
is the prince of all my fantasies
has the richest of hearts
nurtures and feeds the love we need to survive