Vagabond.

I was a vagabond as I had grown much too fond of the way I'd searched the Earth for someone to show me my worth. You are equal to your weight in gold; diamonds do not shine as bright. They lose their lustre in the dark but I can always feel your light. It guides my way when lost at sea and glimmers in the deserts, so full of mystery. Our bond is much too strong, inspires envy in the hearts of those who desperately long to belong. I have finally met my match, like Napoleon at Waterloo. I battled and I fought only to be rewarded with you. I am as grateful as a man given a second chance at life. Like a prisoner granted parole, my life's sorrows you have consoled. You whisper softly to me as we lay together late at night, you remind me of the reasons why you are my saviour, my armoured knight.