The Knight and His Bride

As a spring of water erupts from the earth,

so too, does His spirit erupt within His chest,

As her love permeates deep through His breast.

His hearts pulsations quicken,

Recharged.

Encouraged.

A Knight must drink deep before battle,

For his journey is long,

His road, perilous,

yet, it is where he belongs.

Stop and listen,

give ear to his song.

He sings of his love,

A melody originating from above.

He sings of her eyes,

which are blue as the sky,

and as deep as the aquafer.

He may search them for eternity,

and never reach their parameter,

forever basking in the blissful serenity,

of the love of his bride.

Listen to the story of this Knight,

Who for love did fight.

Timeless lyrics of old,

A love story unfolds,

starring the lost and the bold.

A story worthy of being retold.

It started with a fall of great pride.

Then stolen was the bride,

For the bride did confide,

In the one with great pride.

One cunning lie, stole the bride away like the tide.

but the Knight pursued with powerful strides,

and searched high and low,

until discovered down below,

wandering lost to and fro.

was the bride.

Her love He prized,

so, the Knight lessened his size.

In coming down below,

the Knight had to grow,

steadily and slow.

Till a man he became,

with a sturdy and chiseled frame.

Slowly and quietly grew fame of the Knight’s name.

Till one day, to quell His bride’s shame.

He ransomed His bride,

when on a lonely hill He defied,

the one with great pride,

who had stolen His bride.

With one final exhale,

the Knight had prevailed.

So off does he ride,

to be reunited with his bride.

Thundering back home to the sunset of everlasting,

Where the Knight has become King.

Now he awaits His most prized,

Yes, His love and He shall once more realize,

Eternity.