MY KNIGHT
He may be in his 60s,
but then again so am I.
He's my knight in shinning armor
and I'll try to tell you why.
It seemed he came to rescue me
when I was lonely and sad.
He changed all those feelings,
now I'm happy and so very glad.
He was more than I expected.
He was more than I had dreamed.
His eyes sparkled with kindness.
At least that's the way it seems.
He took me into his arms,
He welcomed me into his life.
He erased the lines of worry,
He eased my days of strife.
He's so very easy going,
he helped to ease the strain.
His calm, soothing voice
helped to soothe my pain.
He brought me back to life.
Again I had a reason
to live, love and laugh
through yet another season.
He needed someone too.
May your knight never get rusty! Very nice poem--I'm happy for you.
Connie
George