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Saturday, April 25, 2009
The Knight
Though I’m no Shakespeare
Nor am I something near
Poems I make, please do hear
For it is for you, my dear
Never had I had a dream
A dream, so real it seem
In the crowd I saw your gleam
Gleam of your eyes it seem
Sleepless nights thinking of you
Dreams so sweet all about you
Eyes on board, thought on you
Slowly, gently, I fell for you
For one such a lady so fair
Sure came knights with dare
As each other come to fare
To win my lady’s love and care
Never knew I triumph at last
But all did not end so fast
For love hurts it does
But it is the feel of ever last
Time, space break us apart
I am sorry I could not play my part
You weren’t there when I need you
Nor was I there to protect you
Yet behind the guilt I feel
The love’s getting stronger for you
From the first day we met, till the end
Knights fighting for you found their happy end
But there is one last knight in your land
Hoping to win your heart and hand
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