What does thine own steel suit of armor shield?
Not feelings now or thoughts avowed by me
Or future heartache that I try to yield
A special moment when heart flutters seek

“Protection”, I laugh with such outward smile
Show me the chink or dent in this suit worn
Of which scar caused by glancing blow the while
My joyful state preserved by present scorn

Nay, present mind is what my hoe shall tend
Not future burden yet to cause exist
My heart which beats of love lies still unrend
A garment pure adorned while I persist

I keep the suit still shined upon its stand
Displayed it sits – my hand in lover’s hand