Come to Me

I am in the mood to be rescued. Pretend to be my gallant knight and ride into my world on your brilliant white steed. I could care less if your intentions are pure or if you feel strong and brave; fake it. It's not your truth that I require, but rather your strong open arms. I'm tired of having to coax the victor out of you. Make me feel adored, worshiped. Show me that in me exists what you need. Toss your overused recycled words out the window and demonstrate your power to enchant me.