by Darlene J. Coomes

Created on: October 14, 2008   Last Updated: February 06, 2010

My Knight of The Far Land of Internet

Oh noble knight of blackest hair,
This humble wench think thee quite fair.
Although her eyes have not yet seen,
Your face so brave and body lean.
And yet your image it does stir,
My passion juices, handsome sir.


What can I do? What can I say?
These feelings will not go away.
They make me yearn for thy embrace,
Each time I look upon your face.
Thy lips, no doubt, hold searing kisses,
And placed on mine is what my wish is.


But you are there and I am here
That will not change is what I fear.
This maiden fair will stand alone
And you won't come, nor will you phone.
"Can't make it Darlin" will strike my heart
And rent my fantasy apart.


Dreams disappear into the night,
When one is woke by morning light.
And so good sir of blackest hair,
I place my dream within your care,
And hope that you'll be in my sight,
No more a dream but my white knight.

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