Give Me Give Me, Never Gets

Give me a twilight romance. Someone create me an extraordinary hero, wounded inside. Let me save him from him self.
Give me a philosophical knight in shining armour, someone who will protect me from the demons, but also from my self.
Give me a wide open meadow outside my silver walls, and a brilliant night sky where he can teach me to dance the steps to bliss and trust.
Give him a camera to catch my moments of brilliance on film, to prove I am no failure.
Give us an open fire and a warm blanket under the sky to rest our heads and whisper secrets, mostly true.
Give him eyes so astonishing I could never look away.
Give him a fast ride, to whisk us both away, so that we never have to look back.
Give me his whole attention. I will not be used again.
Give him sight to see me, see me, see me. Let him know me.
Give him such a manner that every moment I am away from him I spend writing of him and his heroic ways.
Give us all of time, and a simple meadow in the shadow of a silver wall, to remind me of where I was, and how far I follow him.