The Samaritan

Tying the knots, of all sorts.

Be it His uncanny sense of humor or wicked smile,
he can drive you through talks that goes for a mile.

His heart pounds with purity,
holding on to me, with surety. 

Talents are in plenty and tales, even more,
Flaws are scanty and accolades, in galore.

They call him the humanitarian, from above, 

trespassing on solitude and dispersing love.

I believe, I am born under a lucky star, 

to be edified and eclipsing the scar. 

Our companionship is bound for longevity, 
Infused with splendor & thrill, in brevity.