A knight in shining armor, I am not.
My horse is broken, I crashed it into a light pole.
My armor is weak - The cotton does not stop anything.
My weapon, a wooden sword, belongs to my son.
A loving person, I am.
My love for you, for your children, is unwavering.
My heart is pure, it belongs to you.
My soul and yours, matched together mated for eternity.
You are my vest friend.
Through the cold you warm my heart, my chest, my spirit.
You provide comfort through all the chilling winds.
You keep me dry when it rains.