Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.
In my darkest times, I longed to be rescued, to be looked after and protected. I used to lie in bed and cry night after night with the emotional pain which I thought would never heal after what had happened to me. Two and a half years later, karma and fate have finally given me what I have deserved and so much more. I now have living proof that chivalry is not dead, in the form of a man who adores me and adorns me, who is a true gentleman and knight and wields his sword by his side and will right any wrongs that may be done to me. And where there is chivalry, there’s a story. And where there’s a story, there’s poetry – written by a rescued damsel in distress, Katypoetess.