Knight of shimmering chainmail my sweet love would not defeat
Were I trapped in dragon’s castle, my sweet love would not prevail
Should I leave him for the day, his heart shall remain complete
Were I to die in his name, may all he do is mourn
Neither striking nor stunning nor exquisite in guise
If angels’ hair be of silver, his is but brass
Yet brass appears as gold when deceived by amorous eyes
And I would cherish pewter if it adorned his sweet face
If Mozart spoke divine symphonies with every word
My sweet love speaks only as a man
Yet if I smile it is his voice I have heard
For when we converse he whispers to my heart, not my ears
If heroes have chiselled jaws and hearts of lions
My sweet love is no hero, still only a boy
I need no champion with muscles of iron
Just a body to hold me, with sincere love
For no man can replace my sweet love
No man can care more than my sweet love
or steal my heart like my sweet love <--(edited)
No man can be as passionate as my sweet love
He is mine.
