Just a man…

man alone

Just a man

My knight does not wear armour
He embraces vulnerability
Like a warm cloak
Sheltering, yet soft
Welcoming with a hint of humour
There is no armour which shines
With brilliance of a jaded world
Only of beauty within
That none could dismiss
That none would forget
My knight does not wear a halo
A crown of self-righteousness
Willing instead to follow God
In love and humility
A vessel for positivity
There is no vie for attention
Of women with their fake rewards
Nor allusions to feats of mortal men
Knowing his worth in his letters
And his boundless heart
My knight does not sing love songs
Haute-couture masking his fears
But in his quiet sacred ground
Demonstrating his care and love
With no demand for returns.
He does not shout from mountain tops
Undying love, unabating desires
Merely uplifting when I am weary
Holding when hope is nearly lost
Anticipating needs, always present.
My knight does not wear armour
He is just a man who loves.

– FlorenceT


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