The Knights fight
He maybe the Queens champion, but of all the foes he's fought, is the doubt that lives inside his Rose, that haunts her every thought
She questions her worth daily, she doesn't see the Rose he sees, he tries to tell her in his rhymes, but she can't see the wood for trees
She thinks she not worthy, to be the knights pure Rose, though he can see she's amazing, from her head down to her toes
Her beauty shines like the stars, in the darkest night, her eyes brighter than the moon, only dimmed by her own plight
Her kindness warms the Knight on his coldest days, he hopes one day she looks deep within and sees the Rose he prays
Sees her own true worth, scares away her own self doubt, looks into her caring heart and sees what he often writes about
Then she'll understand why he writes, why he wants the world to know, that she is so wonderful, why in rhyming words he tries to show
Then finally she might come into bloom, be all the Rose she can, shake off all her self doubt and belive this poet man
No more worries she's not enough, as she grows towards the Sun, then the poet can rest his pen, on that day his work is done
Until that day he'll fight on, with poetry from his heart, he's ready to fight until she believes, so let the battle start
It might take forever, for her self worth battle to be won, but he'll be there to fight for you to prove you are the one
THE KINKY POET