My hero rode in on fiery “steed,”
perfectly timed in my hour of need.
His welcoming smile offered relief.
This man became my personal chief.
He unsheathed his sword with knightly poise,
bowed deeply to the riotous noise
of my pounding heart and whispered gasp,
then quickly my two hands he did clasp.
“My darling love, to you I do bow
and offer all the law will allow.
If you agree to wed me some day,
on both my knees I will fall today.”
He swept me up and held me so tight,
then embraced throughout the starlit night.
When morn arrived with the rising sun,
I knew he was my awaited one.
For thirty-three years he’s loved me so.
We’re not done yet: there’s still room to grow.
My personal Valentine stands strong,
Together we will always belong.