A Knight in Tarnished Armor - Part 1

I defeated dragons and even demons.      
I rescued whole villages.      
My hands quarried stone for mighty keeps.      
Minstrels in neighboring kingdoms still sing of my deeds.      
I was fearless!      
I was bold!      
I was powerful!      
A proud Knight of the Realm.      
     
You are pure and righteous,      
Delicate and refined.      
How can I leave you      
At the mercy of the harsh world?      
Afraid to lose you,      
Afraid we’ll perish,      
Now barely conquering table manners after a fitful sleep.      
A Page waiting for promotion to Squire.      
     
I rescued a damsel in distress      
And bold action saved you from harm.      
Now it seems only staged jousts      
Can keep you safe.      
I yearn for a quest once more.      
I am told I am still a knight,      
But you fear my foolhardy notions      
And your protective protestations keep me harmless.      
     
Ah! But the Quest is in my blood!      
I am a Knight!      
I needn’t vanquish Red Dragons,      
But it is requisite I pursue them.      
If I find myself again      
Will you love me once more?    
Will you welcome me back from the Quest (or accompany me!)      
Or scorn me as you do for acting a Page?      
     
Your days are filled by obligation and there is no time for the superfluous.      
When I am not jousting, your duties keep you from me.      
The treasures we’ve won are allocated to selfless needs      
And there are only lead candelabras by which to see.      
But I witness miracles  
Each time your solitary desires are fulfilled:      
Time springs forth from grain and lead is transmuted into gold!     
I see now that selfless desires are supported by Creation itself.