There need be no theme

It is about where you have been
And where you have yet to go
To those you open thy heart
And those whom you close doors upon

A knight sends forth his weary sword
Defend values his heart embeds
The lady sits upon the throne
immaculate beauty restores peace

Upon every sky’s falling star
You chance upon sweet diamond eyes
Forgranted take it not once more
A fool leaves salvation behind

Nightingale, bird of soulful hymm
Or compassion of Crimean War
Hues that turn herald lark to owl
Scents you breathe from winter to spring

Ablazing creeps forth to break night
When storms retreat for featured skies
He is some sort of wonderful
Prays miracles to see her smile

There need be no theme
i am short of greatness