Many facets of me
I'm a poet and a gardener, sometimes I'm a loyal Knight, I write about a secret Rose, who comes to me at night
In my dreams she visits, she's perfect in every way, I hate it when I wake up, I know she's gone away
For when she's here were lovers, we lay among the flower bed, my Rose of outstanding beauty, she grows inside my head
Each night she gets stronger, her self doubt just falls away, now she blossoms with self confidence, I hope it's here to stay
My Rose is nearly in full bloom, I think this poets work is done, but I'll always be beside her, so she can see the Sun
Guarding her from clouds of hate, cutting down the weeds of pain, making sure she has self belief, to protect her from the rain
No matter what i am to you, Knight, gardener or poet, one thing will never end, which ever part you need of me I'll always remain your friend
THE KINKY POET