One might think
I am waiting for my knight
In shining armour, to come on his
Glorious white horse

No, I wait for my knight
With spots of rust on his armour
With weakened metal
With a war horse that limps

I'll ride on his horse
And love him not for his shiny armour
Not for his immaculate horse
Not for his perfection

We each have dark pasts
Riddled with unspeakable mistakes
Mistakes which we wish to eradicate
And we will

I'll love him for his flaws
I'll know every inch of his skin
I'll know his past, his present
And we'll create a future