Her Knight

He is her knight, ready to slay dragons,
Hurl himself in front of trains,
Stand between her and the drug-maddened teenager wielding a knife and with a single blow, send him reeling to the ground.
She has always been his to protect;
a precious life,
A jewel for him to guard.
And so it was that night they met
And when they danced he felt the very heart of all he was drawn out -
the essence of his being, he thought -
and in utter wonderment saw her tuck it in her love,
And cover it with kisses;
Then smiling, she handed hers to him, and in utter wonderment he heard her whispered words: "I've looked all my life for the man to give this to;
I've found him now, so please, my darling; please take care of it".

Each now the guardian of the other,
they faced adversity together,
endured a loss so great as to tear down city walls,
Hopes and expectations turned to disappointments
Yet their love flowed on through the landscapes of their lives -
a powerful stream,
Never once abating.

I saw him take her arm and guide her gently off the bus.
At 78 he's frail now, sees the world fuzzy round the edges, and as for slaying dragons,-
not much chance of that even though
He'd stand his ground
And staunchly face the danger.

She knows it too.
She knows, too, he`s all she`s got,
So she holds his arm the tighter.