The Truly Good Person

Tender and passionate,
Confident, care-giving,
Meticulous, shrewd, industrious, genial,
Trusting, engaging, endearing, and best of all:
Earnest.
This person I exalt above all pronouns,
Since pronouns reduce, confine, and cramp,
And this one's expansive;
But nota bene, and here's some irony:
Ironwood hard,
Compact and dense and hermetically tight.
(A bod that would sink
To an ocean's trenched bottom,
The burden of blocks is not required.)
Parental though childless;
A riddle of sorts, for in scanning the surface,
You would not believe,
Believe in a being so deftly adaptable,
Protean almost, if not for that streak
Of abiding consistency--
A marvel, a gleam in the sky-watcher's eye.
I am skirting particulars left and right;
Particulars, too, tend to limit and bind,
They tangle up eagles in transparent fibers,
Drag them to earth, make them less angelic,
Pluck their wing-plumage with impudent malice,
Drain them of their ethereal ichor,
Whittle them down into groundling geese.