Literature
Casavir
I'm no stranger to blood, I don't blush I'm not afraid of death, I'm weak at his touch All the blood rushes to my head They told me chivalry was dead What are the chances, one in ten thousand To meet such a man, so calm, charming, so grand Serenity and skill wrapped in a handsome shell How he stays so modest I simply cannot tell Gentle touches from battle worn hands, the softest smile Words spoken sweet and low, I'm going to be here a while Take me by the hand and don't you ever let me go I never cared for being nice you will have to show Teach me how to care, to be kind enough for love's embrace By all the Gods listening, don't let him think me disgrace Yet all he sees, the best of me even when I'm not So for him I'll do my best, give good the best I've got I don't care for my past, I know I was quite a rogue But in serene blue eyes this wayward soul finds home