My poor bleeding heart lies open and torn,
yet it beats for the meer thought of your approval,
just a soft breeze of your breath.
A warrior of the rose and cross I become,
your knight in a broken armor,
live free rather than die upon my knees.
you as my queen a horrible vision,
for those who wish death of we,
as a warrior of the shield I will protect this love even if it be the death of me.