My Knight in a Tan Coat
My heart was a vacant space
Searching for adoration.
My mind was weary
Deliberating an eternity of singularity.
My bed stayed cold
An empty valley laid out beside me.
My nights were hush
The blood flow through veins as deafening as rivers.
His picture was radiating
True love at first sight.
His eyes were welcoming
A fervent pool to fall into.
His kisses unimaginably soft
Such as cashmere against skin.
His support unwavering
Like that of a Guardian Angels.
My search for adoration now over
No eternity of singularity.
My bed now warm and inviting.
My nights now filled with whispers.
This all possible upon his arrival
A saving grace to a vacant heart.
This all possible due to his presence
A weary mind set to rest.
He is my Knight
In a tan coat.
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