They burrow inside your soul
These creatures called “gentlemen”.
With sweet words to grasp your heart
Within their cold blooded hands.
Duelling with weapons
Of care and sensitivity,
Instead of a sword and shield
They pierce the armour-
Once the blood has been shed
The women folk; all without the guard,
The Knights with Shining armour
Gallop to the next lass.
Dr Hafsa Siddiqui