I am an anachronism, a noble and chivalrous man
in the bright light of day I came to you unsolicited
carrying a decade of love for you within my breast
low those many years only I knew of its intensity

my offering held no pretensions only honest breath
its appearance valid on my face gleaming in my eyes
you were not a quest I sought you were the focus
the dream I held secretly pounding in my chest

with you I wanted only to share a lifetime of love
I had held in abeyance within my aged body decimated
with life’s infirmities from illness and strain
no longer a physical prince of a man when we met

honesty adoration and absolute love for you my offerings
time and circumstance had taken their due tolls
if my offerings were not obvious and adequate
I prayed rejection would be swift and honest

to die one day and many emotional setbacks at a time
would have been an agonizing death sentence
I felt instant understanding for my offering; yet
hoping praying such an honest love would not be denied