Armour

Galant Sir Knight
Is the gift of love the dragon you seek to slay
Or the fear of deep love that haunts your day
Love creeps into each crevice of armour plate
Seeps through all chain mail thick or thin
To the dragon of fear which lurks so deep
Keeps spirit and soul in a dungeon like hell

Your heart needs to be relaxed and open
To reach feelings you protect so well
The swell we call the crest of emotion
But this maiden can sense your desire
She will endure hidden affection of mind
Understands the fear dragon is vast

Your armour for fight, which may be lost
Your inner feelings will then be exposed
However strong your external amour is
Love's arrows will not concede the fight
Their adherence is determinedly aiming
As dragons can also be slayed at night