Oddly amusing

No really, truly.

A voice akin to honey as it falls

Yet a laugh of a hyena when it calls.

Amber skin, 

With hazel eyes.

One who values virtue,

Over any vice.

Quite old fashioned

Still needing my slacks paired with leather belt.

Yet gregarious in action

Never ceasing to speak.

When tough times come,

I never become meek.

I strive to help those,

Who seem to weep

Lead tears of those who have fallen,

They do not have to speak

I can feel their pain

I know my purpose is to heal.