Knight In Shining Armour

A sword sometimes clutched in hand ,
A sturdy exterior with a heart so grand .
Full of valour and gallantry ,
Loyal to a fault; wears it as an accessory.
Obstinately refusing to give up and let go of you ,
Sticks like glue even when others say adieu .
Ready to slay all that comes on the way,
When melancholy befalls , makes you gay.
More luminous than the sun ,
An aura so magnificent that makes one burn.
Human’s biggest fantasy ,
Cannot remain a mystery.
Such a person with deftness abound,
By hook or crook had to be found.
I looked at the mirror ,
Finally discerned my knight in shining armour.