by Kim Pasly
A maiden's wait for her knight turning to dust. A knight killed by the other kingdom.
Do you know how much you saved me?
Poetry, my love
I have no canvass nor paint nor brushes
You're the only one I can speak to with love
Do you know how much you strengthen me?
Poetry, my dear
I have doubts and fears yet you're here
Your eternal presence is appreciated dear
Do you know how much you've opened my eyes?
Poetry, my darling
I'm all alone so you introduced your friends to me
You eradicate my hate with joy, darling now I see
Do you know how many times you ran with me?
Poetry, my Knight
Our household is a mess and you lock my heart
Wait for you tomorrow, like a chivalry in sight
Do you know how many times I wish you're alive?
Poetry, my mystery
I am alive, fighting because I'm waiting all these years
You never showed at my doorstep till I'm buried here