i’ll love you like this
in front of the whole
damn world
and i shall wear your
favor into battle, when
what i really want is
to hold your hand
but, oh, maiden fair of mine,
you tuck those daisies and
forget-me-nots so gently
into the chinks of my armor
that it’s almost the same
i’ll turn to wave just one
more time as we walk away,
until i can’t see you anymore
and must watch the road ahead
and i’ll think of you then,
with the golden sun rising over
an empty battlefield, devoid of blood
and a sword clutched in my shaking hands
i wonder, my maiden fair,
if you would
if you could
take me as i am
well, i’ll return to you
just the same,
with a heart that beats in the
staccato of your name and
the rising sun at my back