You paint my rage a pretty color,
For you, my dear, are like no other.
When the world has turned its back on me,
Your kindness alone will set me free.
Though a knight you may not be in full
I felt your heart, with its gentle lull.
With those gentle eyes you let me in,
Despite the weight of my many sins.
I drowned myself in the silent pain—
Lost my soul but you found me again.