Chivalry is dead, or at least that’s what they say;
But I met my knight in shining armor just the other day.
His steed was a computer, a pen, it, was his sword;
And he stole his way into my heart with just a simple word.
His battle ground the internet, his armor made of steel.
He taught me how to love again; he taught me how to feel.
No castle on a hill had he, surrounded by a moat;
But riches more than money could buy were found in what he wrote.
His words they touched me in many ways, impossible I thought.
He rescued me, fair maiden there, my doubts and fears he fought.
He wrote my soul ,my heart, my thoughts in every single word.
And from his lips his feelings deep and thoughts of love just poured.
His word he gave me graciously, with tender loving care;
He the knight in shinning armor and I the maiden fair.
Chivalry is dead, or at least that’s what they say;
But I met my knight in shining armor just the other day.
Author notes
To all those 'poetic knights' who graciously showed me love through your words and through your eyes
A contest entry
- Chivalry by Frodofan.
600 points, ended December 14, 2007, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Awwwwww, so beautiful, Ruth. I love this. A lovely tribute and well written. Great rhyme and meter.
His battle ground the internet, his armor made of steel.
He taught me how to love again; he taught me how to feel.
Well done.
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This is fantastic! Such a fun and sweet read and true too. The only "knights" I have ever met have been here on Allpoetry.
Thanks for entering.
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