My White Knight
Summer days and whispering winds
A heart so pure, it seems pure of sin.
Little games we play, no way to win.
Perfect he goes unlike all other men.
Sparkling as an orb, reflecting the colors of light
From dusk until dawn, brighter at night.
Of all the beauty I hath seen, a life with him is the best sight.
To stay, rest, and revel, is my godly plight.
A misshapen heart that's ready to die,
Is saved by eyes like stars in an endless blue sky.
With all of this love, I'm ready to fly.
To hold me quite close, this is my cry.
I've found the one,
I've found my white knight.
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