My Knight Poem by angel lockheart

My Knight

Rating: 5.0


People say knights have long died away,
But I know of one who is still here today,
At birth he was blessed with a silver tongue,
To enchant those he loves with words he has spun.
When he walks outside, the gold rays shine brighter,
And when he graces a room, everyone’s heart does feel lighter.
When he smiles his captivating eyes light up with a fire,
And his beauty is that which makes artists inspired.
I,
Was lucky enough to fall in love with this knight,
And for a few days I was able to touch a piece of heaven; and I help on oh so tight.
But then the very thing, that made him so noble,
Was the exact same thing that made him immobile.
A heart so pure, it could be made of crystal,
But it’s so full of honor that it could light up a pistol.
And that; is the very thing that took him away,
But it’s also what makes him a knight still to this day.
And for this; I love him even more,
Even though our love could never fully be explored.
He left me with a treasure that I’ll always look back on,
With smiles and happiness; the feeling will never truly be gone.
I am his Angel, and he is my Knight,
And I’m so happy that he did what he felt was right,
Because even though I can’t call him mine anymore,
We still remain friends, though we closed the past’s door.
But at night sometimes the door will occasionally need mending,
And in dreams we’ll still be lost in a time full of happily ever endings;
Where riding off into the sunset, is a knight;
And a girl with wings.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pari Dharawat 13 November 2011

BEAUTIFUL.... pleasure reading it... keep writing :)

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Ace Of Black Hearts 30 September 2011

This poem, reminds me of a poem I wrote called missing you still my dear friend. This is not that poem. Sometimes what we love the most will never see the light. Not in a way most people understand. A occasional midnight cry that is only heard through words. A plea for help and understanding. A calm steady hand in need of a little bit of mending. That angel still whispers to me on a scarce night. One where the wind blows a certain way. As prayer for a better day. With the stars glistening under the twilight. And the flames burning bright. I don't need her. When when they dim and the fire fissile out. When the darkness engulfs my own since being. She is my angel and she is always their. In your poem you describe things that I completely understand. I've been on the opposite end. Thank you for writing this poem.

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Crimson Love 30 September 2011

This poem is so so Beautiful! happy yet sad at the same time, The flow of this poem was magnificent! 10+++++++++

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