I'll be your knight,
Though my armour has long stopped shining
My horse stays tethered and I can't ride him
My sword is notched and really should be kept in the sheath
I dont' have a castle
Probably best, it would be drafty and not level
But looking close, and real close
Your dowry is hardly fetching
You don't even have a horse
For some saccharine and perfect reason
I'll be your knight anyway
Fight to the death,
Catch in your breath,
Defending your honour,
Regailing your splendour,
Not for the glory,
Not for the story,
All I need now, or ever will after now,
Is your love
Your arms
Your mouth
Your ears
You.