Knight in Shining Armor

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    Knight in Shining Armor
    When I think of the one I love
    My heart begins to melt
    I cherish his every word and his every being
    He is the star that lights my darkend days
    My knight in shining armor
    The one who holds the key,
    The only man on this Earth who was made just for me.
    I love this man with all my heart
    And that love grows with every word
    I will hold this man close to me
    And never let him go.
    As a young girl I asked the Gods
    To create someone for me
    A man that would love me until the end of time.
    Then one lonesome day
    As I sat and prayed for him
    I finally found the man
    Who holds my special key
    The key to all my dreams,
    My fantasies and future
    This man will be the one I love
    And will keep me in his arms.
    I have found my true love.
    It is you my darling, my prince
    One day I will soon be yours
    And give myself to you.
    So until that day my dear,
    I will dream of you.
    You're the man who was made for me
    You're my every dream come true.


    Written By: Natasha L. Bosko
    10/21/2008

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    poetess12 commented on Knight in Shining Armor

    10-02-2009

    the emotion of this poem is overflowing, love it!
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    TJR commented on Knight in Shining Armor

    06-03-2009

    Ahhh...this was very sweet. Dreams come true if you dream them hard enough I belive. So keep dreaming and dream hard.
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    Myrllie commented on Knight in Shining Armor

    02-16-2009

    I really liked this one N, it was beautifully written, I can remember wishing and dreaming the same thing when I was a young girl.
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    HarverTomsson commented on Knight in Shining Armor

    02-12-2009

    Hey, it's happy, though short of metaphor and a couple of word usage gaffs. I liked it.
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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