My walls are built with boundaries firmly set - <br />My armor cast in iron, virtue - stone, <br />Impervious to all, for none I've met <br />Are noble, knightly, worth my time alone. <br /> <br />Then comes one spirit from some distant place <br />To soothe my ailing soul, my aching heart, <br />With words that smile on my hidden face <br />And hold my hands in his though miles apart. <br /> <br />He offers just himself, no loose-hung strings <br />To bind himself with promises unkept; <br />Nor dare he fly to me on broken wings <br />Except in dreams he had as oft he slept. <br /> <br />He knows me not except in voiceless verse: <br />No face yet seen for better or for worse.<br /><br />Lorenzo Costigliolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-knight-s-offering-sonnet-58/
