A Giddy Neophyte Speaks

Oh gallant knight on fiery steed,
You are my sun by day,
My moon by night,
My stars for decoration.

Like the ancient paladin of lore,
You swept in with the power
To subdue all of your enemies,
You plucked me up
And carried me off.
I had only one recourse
For this action...sigh...
Submission.

You ride with the wind,
Outlast the wild storm,
Vanquish the fearsome evil,
And overcome all odds
In order to return
Safely to my arms.

Faults? You have none
Except, perhaps,
Being too much of everything
I desire.

Your arms are strong,
Your wit is keen,
Your playful caresses tender,
That devilish twinkle in your eye
So enticing--
Woe is me!

Then once again
You race off to save the world,
With me riding behind you,
My arms wrapped tightly
Around you,
Secure in the fact that
You are mine.
Ah, ecstasy lives!
Dreams do come true!

Now there are those
Who will scoff at my description,
Declaring that,
Like your ancestor of old,
You have been far too
Idealized.

But then again,
Who's to say?
They don't know you
As I do.