Poem

Where is my black knight, whom sat at the round table? who only had eyes for me? The handsome one that sent me looks of promises, pleasure, and romance beyond my dreams. He promised to rescue me from this dreadful life and smother me in his rapture. Money, gown's, or jewelry, I don't want! It is his love that I am after. Where is my black knight? I ask again. I'm hoping he comes today. Because Time will not stand still for us, and I don't want are love to fade away.