i'm taking off this <br />suit of armor.... <br />worn, bent, and rusted. <br /> <br />i'm laying down <br />my spear and my shield, <br />taking off my sandals. <br /> <br />let the flag fall <br />to the dirt.... <br />fling the battle horn away.... <br /> <br />i've given every ounce <br />to love's battle.... <br />baby, i'm all in! <br /> <br />take what's left of this old man, <br />or let me wither away... <br />i've born your name <br /> <br />through hell and passion; <br />your heart held high, <br />your spirit written in rain. <br /> <br />be still, and know <br />that i've been, where i've been... <br />by your side.... always!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-armor/
