not so unlike the true days of the past
when honors rare were but hopes in the mist
in times a woman must be tough to last
it takes a knight to bend a lady's wrist

while lesser men grow hot but burn away
and some clearly rebuffed before they start

the underqualified may wish their way
but
it takes a knight to win a lady's heart

and as the warmth of summer falls as leaves
the once new turns mundane like an old rhyme
a watchman sleeping would attract love's thieves
it takes a knight to win the war of time
   

    
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