He is a man with strength and charm.
He will not give me no harm.
He fights his battles with dignity and rage.
He appears in my dreams at a tender stage.
His body shines like an array of silver and gold.
His hands are of mighty, that I must hold.
His face powers the forever heart,
His grace and charms is a form of art.
He stands with power and might.
His charisma and wisdom locks in my sight.
His inside is of pure love and tender.
He embraces me in my thoughts with splender.
Who is this knight I hold?
My man, my lover, forever my heart unfold.
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