White knights are hard to come by these days,
So often blemished or
misaligned.
But shortsighted memory
Is always forgiving
And the foresight of
hindsight so often is blind.
So I never flinched as
you donned your armor
And rode out to battle
with dragon or beast.
Against famine and foe
you defended our castle,
Returning the bounty,
Providing the feast.
Relentless, tenacious,
untiring in effort,
Your fortress
impenetrable, or so it seems.
But I see your heart,
taste your will,
Touch your feelings,
See through your eyes as
you strive toward your dreams.
Often profane,
Ready to ire,
Firm when the situations
demand,
Yet soft as a feather
And quick as a heartbeat
When favors have need of a
helping hand.
When I needed a hero
You took the stand.
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