And the day, such the day, I stood at your side,
sabre drawn, keen and bright, standing 'gainst the tide,
foes breaking before me, as waves upon the shore,
contest of arms, test of wills, the crucibles of war,
Stay behind me, to My Lady, whilst I make these evils go
to places far and dark, forlorn, defeat shall be their feast,
where not even sweet melody can soothe the savage beast!
my knees locked hard, my shoulders straight, my eyes shone clear and fine,
my armor soiled with sweat and dust, awash in gore and grime
but cared you not at all, that day,
for to my arms you flew,
and you knighted me with highest praise,
the title, "I Love You."