Cellophane Man Poem by Chris Taylor

My faithful, dutiful commitment passes through the years
All sacrifices given freely and without measure
The growth of love is my charge
As a Templer Knight protects the grail with its service


I follow in tow
Stepping aside in vocation, in residence
My meager hay-pennies add to nothing
And give no meat on the table

I am your ever willing cheerleader
When you win; we win
When I believe; you achieve
My voice rises up above all others

I have swept aside other courtiers
I sing like a lark of your beauty, your brilliance
As a town crier alerts its citizens
I tout your praises to signal your holding of my heart

From the sidelines I wait
Ever vigilant and silent in my pride
Of the woman you’ve become
And the tower constructed well with crest flown high

My love, don’t look past
Don’t look through me like used cellophane
My self-denial has feed your flame
And I give support to your pier

Talents can’t be held back much longer
It roars like the bulls of Pamplona
My charge is fierce
For your Maker filled this vessel full

Come down from your tower and dry my tear
Take no more meetings and tend to your champion
Wipe my ruddy face with the hem of your dress
And place me on my horse with shield in hand and praise on your lips