A Knight Out of Time

He walks with an air of superiority from an ancient time, a noble, a knight, a man of conviction and determination, a valiant man born within a time of no honor,

He does not cast insecurity or doubt, and those that do would feel his wrath,
He has no patience for self-doubt and would leave many by the way side, that do not have patience or determination to succeed, or a willingness to trust,

His judgment, swift and true like the sharpest sword, for actions speak louder then words or thoughts, or even feelings. A wise soul within one so young, and yet His wisdom is true,
His only motive to experience, gain understanding and comfort, not only
For Himself but those He meets,

Some would say He is opinionated, picky and for that I am grateful,
Some would say He is aloof, unapproachable, and closed,

Those that do not seek understanding or know the truth, would rather cast doubt, rumor and innuendo, to glorify their own weakness, then take the time to know

Could one compare Him to the Knights of the Round, perhaps a modern day Hero?
Does anyone believe in them anymore? Should they?

He is compassion, passion, and care and understanding, patience is His guiding hand,
For in all truth He takes the time, He sees with eyes dark and tunneled toward His captive, would he truly hurt another? And know of such pain?

Not this noble, this Knight out of time,
Within the shadows he seeks shelter and within one He will forever be joined, for care does not wane with changes, and His gift is not given lightly or to many

I am honored, in awe and will forever be grateful, if I could but place one smile upon His lips or be kissed but one sweet kiss I would savor that forever.