The Battle Poem by Philip Emmanuel Penaflor

I was raised a knight
of the Spartan order,
or better, a sphinx,
and no storm or thunder
can move my ground;
but everytime I see
your gentle face
all my armor melts,
and I am rendered
powerless by
your smile!

I move about with
shield and sword,
my enemies are awed
by my prowess and
they fear the sound
of my voice;
but when I hear you
whisper my name
my weapons are
useless for behold
I am under
your spell!

Are you a sorceress,
a nymph or a goddess?
You invade my mind
even as I vanquish
my foes;
You are more
victorious as you
conquer my dream
and chain my heart
into yours;
The battle has ended
for I have become
your prisoner.