Inside is of passion, of curiosity and grace,
Mysterious intrigue behind a worn, rugged face

Strong arms deceive as there remain a gentle touch,
Yet these arms of soft hold will defend just as much

Of heart and desire just as power and strong will,
For the kiss of his love or for his enemy blood spill

With strong grasp his sword fall upon hatred and terror,
For passion or focus, his aim without error

Just as in battle, may his world seem but lost,
Remain still he fights, knowing full well the cost

Loyalty and honor, his dedication hold strong,
For his love he does protect for his heart see of vast wrong

The evil and hate which his eyes have looked upon with amaze,
Yet for the love in his soul corrupt not loving gaze

Return home he shall, his march forever be clear,
For his love there doth wait, and it remain forever near