You were her knight.But no,not in your shining armour. You could barely afford to play prince charming,cheesy was never your taste.You were like the bottle of cavair she saved to open on her flashy success night.A raw red gown she secluded for that day. You are as sweet as the last words of her prayer. Her last touches on her makeup. To say she needs you would be an overstatement.nevertheless you are her cherry on top.