Who's your Hero

Who’s your hero and who’s the knight
Who does now in your heart shine the light
Who makes you happy, laugh and smile
How many others stood in the aisle
Who sings his love to your heart,
and portrays your beauty in his art
To whom Euterpe of the Muses you now appear
Not your Apollo and in wars Ares with a spear
Whose eyes today make you blush and cry,
Whose words these nights make you dance and fly
Who makes you believe you’ve kissed the Blarney Stone,
and become as Clídna sitting on the Land-of-Promise’s throne
Whose arms you hold and to whom you talk,
from Lake Victoria to the Delta as you walk
On whose shoulders you shed your tears
Who will you trust forever with your fears
Who do you ask about hell and heaven and it’s scenery
With whom you become Minerva other than Mercury
Whose soul your soul speak to while you’re asleep
With whom you write poetry and with melody you weep
Who do you watch composing his Requiem before he goes
To whom is your last kiss before on your tombstone he places the rose
Who taught you how to deceive and lie,
hide your old love and his name you deny
It’s too late for forgiveness after you’ve sold your soul,
and in the sins you sank and began to roll