You

Why do you do this to me?
Why do you make me feel this way?
I know you don't know you're doing it.
It's just your heart on display.

I know you don't try to.
I know you would if you could.
But you don't need to.
I know you feel like you should.

You're beautiful.
You're true.
You're amazing.
Just because you're you.

I am different.
I am so unsure.
You are too.
But you are pure.

Damn my black past.
Damn my broken life.
But it's all gone now.
All that pain and strife.

You blow it away.
You remove the frown.
You tease and mystify me.
By just being around.

So, wherever you are.
So, wherever you go.
You're my heroine.
Just as much as I am your hero.

And, as I keep telling you.
And, as I am your knight.
You are my princess.
For which I fight.

Can you see now?
Can you make out what I am trying to do?
I am trying to tell you something.
I do everything in my life, for you.

((Dedicated to my lifeline. The "you" that kept me here, let alone writing.))