Character

So many girls are waiting 

For a knight in shining armor. 

Sitting upon a tall, white horse, 

Blue eyes shining 

From a handsome face. 

I'm not waiting 

For a knight in shining armor. 

I don't care if it's rusty, 

With a dent here and there. 

The horse can be a pony 

Or a pair of well-worn shoes. 

I don't care the manner 

As long as it gets him here. 

And as long as his eyes are shining 

I don't care if they're blue. 

The face can have some character, 

A long since broken nose, 

Maybe a chipped front tooth. 

I'm not really waiting 

For a knight at all, 

Though I doubt I would complain 

If one should ride through. 

I'd be quite happy with a writer, 

A thinker or a laugher. 

I'd be quite happy with anyone 

Who'd be happy with me.