  Knight
Dream
You are my protector in shining
glory
Embarking upon a course with
honor held high.
You are all the splendor of
things forgotten.
You are the flame of romance
that died.
 You've never come to me, though
I still wait.
Many others have held what
belongs to you.
Some may proclaim me a wanton
transgressor
As I pursue a paramour so
wondrous and true.
For I dream of a lover both
gentle and strong.
You have held my heart since
the beginning of age.
Now I am only seeking to gather
pieces of you
To combine in my mind till
every daydream fades.
Copyright 2002 - Carol
Barton
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