Some men are like knightly warriors; fearless and bold.
They can be counted on to rise to any challenge.
They can be counted on to ride against the savage.
They can be counted on to protect their home stronghold.
They can be counted on to slay the fiery dragon.
They can be counted on to win the fiercest battle.
They can be counted on to save the distressed damsel.
Their lives are characterized by boldness and passion.
Some men are like farmers, diligent and consistent.
They can be counted on to keep daily life simple.
They can be counted on to make life predictable.
They can be counted on to grow gardens, persistent.
They don’t fight wars, so there is no need of victory.
They don’t stand in battle, so no enemy rises.
They don’t complicate life, so there are few surprises.
Their lives are characterized by calm stability.
Admittedly, the most appealing seems the farmer.
Life’s reality, however, is that enemies arise, unprovoked.
And it is well to have readied warriors, cloaked.
I can be both, her farmer and knightly warrior.
If given the chance, I’d pledge to her that I will be
the slayer of her dragons and shoveler of her snow.
I’ll fill her days with peace and vanquish every foe.
I’ll grow her garden, and build her fortress by the sea.
Every day- a life filled with charms and secure from harms.
I’ll rescue the damsel; and her crown I will fashion.
I will fill her life with stability and passion!
Until we draw our last breaths in one another’s arms.