This poem isn't about a
wrong or a right,
it's about a knight.
No one knows where
she came from shining bright,
only that she has loving might.
She spreads love everywhere
she goes,
touches peoples hearts
from head to toes.

This knight needs no
special weapons,
only her love coupons.
If you find one of her
coupons at your door,
right away you'll know the score.
Chalk up anoints for love,
none for evil and the
devil's shove.

This Knight is sure to glamor,
her might will strike you
hard as a hammer.
She'll have you
knocking on heavens doors,
thinking only of
good and loving chores.
This knight of valor I christen,
no other knight out glistens.

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