Your Knight - Poem by Hal Caufield
It grieves me when you
Hold me in disdain.
And when I know I have failed you
Or with some slight offended
You, My Lady dear.
For you I would do anything;
From the greatest thing,
As fighting villains for your honor;
To the lowest things,
As lowering my shield to absorb abhorrent blows.
If it were only pleasing to you, Lady dear.
As I have tried to make it clear.
Your every wish is my command;
And the greatest of all my fears,
Is that when weighed and measured,
You might find me wanting.
So I work all the harder to be full measure.
So rest assured My Lady,
In me you have your greatest servant.
But most importantly,
When you look through
All I have said and done
And peer into the center of my heart
You will see that what you have is
Far more precious then a knight.
You will see in me a trustworthy friend.
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