Rescue me from concealment.
Lead me through the murkiness.
Shield me through the gloom.
Protect me from the wickedness.
You sly hansome fox,
So out of my league.
So plentiful, so presentable.
So becomingly full of intigue.
How you maneuver your gun.
The way you control that fire.
So tumultuous and rough.
A walking king of desire.
You'll ravage my kingdom.
You'll rule over my heart.
You'll conquer my drive,
and make no depart.
Guide me through turmoil,
down streets and through school.
Defend me with smarts.
Of course you're no fool.
Such gleaming eyes.
A come-hither stare.
Everytime you look,
I feel as if bare.
Manipulative with your touch.
Outwitting me with ease.
I am helpless to defend,
As you will do as you please.
Your armor; unpierceable.
Your steed; your guitar.
We may be seperated sometimes,
but I know you're not far.
My knight in shinning armor,
may not be quite so handpicked.
My in my eyes and in me,
You will always be perfect.
End
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I always loved that poem ;)