Cellophane Man a poem by Chris T.

My faithful,dutiful commitment passes through the years All sacrifices given freely and without measure The growth of love is my charge As a Templer Knight protects the grail with its service I follow in tow Stepping aside in vocation, in residence My meager hay-pennies add to nothing And give no meat on the table I am your ever willing cheerleader When you win; we win When I believe; you achieve My voice rises up above all others I have swept aside other courtiers I sing like a lark of your beauty, your brilliance As a town crier alerts its citizens I tout your praises to signal your holding of my heart From the sidelines I wait Ever vigilant and silent in my pride Of the woman you ve become And the tower constructed well with crest flown high My love, don t look past Don t look through me like used cellophane My self-denial has feed your flame And I give support to your pier Talents can t be held back much longer It roars like the bulls of Pamplona My charge is fierce For your Maker filled this vessel full Come down from your tower and dry my tear Take no more meetings and tend to your champion Wipe my ruddy face with the hem of your dress And place me on my horse with shield in hand and praise on your lips