It’s not by force of credo
that I extend my hand for thee.
It’s not for want of glory
that my heart offers you its key.
I don’t catch you when falling
to save a damsel in distress.
Not a shoulder for crying,
rather a haven from your stress.
Not your knight or hero,
Simply a man and aching heart.
“Should” shapes no motivation,
My goal to play the part
Of your lover, of your boy.
Of your home away from home.
Of your confidant, your healer.
Of your guide ‘ever you roam.
Some cling to old rules and honors,
In truth Chivalry is dead.
Antique code is dry and dusty,
I give you Romance instead.
