Dear Princess
I love to give pleasure, not torture or pain and none of the head games that drive you insane
I know what they are from Dr. Eric Berne's book I'm good in the kitchen and I like to cook
I always put the toilet seat down and pick up my clothes from the floor I can do laundry or dishes or any odd chore
With dry sense of humor and fairly quick wit I know lots of jokes but my armor won't fit
I found that it rusted and my horse got too old I put him to pasture so as not to be sold
I have plenty of life left If our creator permits and I don't want to waste it at the end of my wits
So if you'd be my princess I'd be your good knight and climb castle walls to treat you just right
I love to pick flowers I find on the way presenting them often to brighten your day
I'm much a romantic as you can probably guess with sensitive heart But I must confess
No man can be perfect and although this is true my only desire is to be perfect for you.
knight steven*
(Which literally means "Crowned One") I have written this from an older poem that I wrote about 20 years ago... just for fun.
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