I am a maiden upon a treacherous path <br /> searching in earnest for my knight <br /> I seek not shinning silver armour, that glistens in the sun <br />nor glorious stallions, in all their vivacious gallop to victory <br /> I await a different kind of mine. <br />who upon his war torn steed, mounts <br />with his battered armour proudly endowed. <br /> I seek a soul like me, <br /> whose pieces of broken armour <br />like my broken existence <br />he shall mend, and I him mend. <br />and there upon the toil of love <br />so imperfect by human eye <br />made perfect in loves sight <br />our mediocrity transformed to a beauty beyond <br />and every wishing heart's desire, granted <br />for none but to be held, <br />in all its doubtable grandeur <br />by one who truly perceives the invisible sparkle of perfection. <br /> seen only through loves eyes.<br /><br />Mabel Akena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-knight-in-battered-armour/
