Love at the middle ages

Being your knightknight1
in shining armor
often means more
work for you
pounding out dents
knocking off rust
slapping in Bondo
minimizing creaks
knowing just when,
where to squirt WD40

There is nobility in
your exasperation at
my Quixotic nature
acceptance of my
clunky, clanky chivalry;
romantic caprices
challenge your practicality
whimsically, we joust
word lances of affection,knight4
never winner-take-all

M’lady
in your loving hands
I shine
tarnish becomes patina
you are the damsel
that rescued me, lo
those many years ago
abid, abyd, abyde,
my love

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
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Valentine poem #2

tartar1edPoets often
liken love
to roses
summer days
oceans
other sundry
natural
phenomenon

I see love in
more esoteric yet
practical ways;

love is tartar sauce.
It looks like hell
you have no idea
what might be in it
yet you always
seem to find
it tasty.

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
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