When I Go, Don't Miss Me

Do not grieve

Saying chivalry is dead

And all the good men

Are taken

I may not be a man

But men are overrated,

Anyway

And I am far more a gentleman

(humble, too).

I will walk you

To your door,

Should you please

And kiss your hand

Soft and sweet-

Do not mind the lip gloss left behind.

I will write you

Devastating love letters

Of your profound beauty

And unmatched wit,

Your daring adventures

Every song you sing.

Any bouquet you dream of,

The flowers I would grow

With my own

Dirt covered hands

Otherwise I will climb

Mountains in search of colours

Only seen in

Undomesticated meadows.

Romance may be few

And far between

My dearest,

But I have never

Forgotten the language

Of the land.

So when I go,

Don't miss me

Only know that love

Should settle like fresh powder snow

And

The warmest blanket you

Could ever know.

If you doubt in chivalry

Or sweetness at the threshold

My sweetest lover,

Please turn and go.