A Splendid Knot of Paradoxes

Body of a soldier, mind of scientist, heart of a poet  
What a splendid knot of paradoxes I've become  
   
A perpetual battle between duty, logic and emotion  
Refereed by a wandering and most philosphical soul  
   
Comfortable in black tie, combat fatigues, or cut off denim  
I completely deny being stereotyped, defined, or placed in a box  
   
Opening doors for my lady, then later swatting her ass  
I can be tender and gentle, or wicked and kinky  
   
Polar extremes also define my music, decidedly eclectic  
Listening to Mozart, Klugh, Bowie, or Keith  
   
At home in the kitchen, or grilling out back  
Cooking is but one of my many passions that bring me true joy  
   
Another is writing, whether dabbling in poetry or crafting prose  
This unrelenting need to express a most defining aspect  
   
Yes, I've travel the globe, some for country, the rest for self  
Most places I'd return, a few I would not, yet still so much more to see  
   
Many people think they know me, have figured me out  
Although they've only barely scratched the rusty surface  
   
That is with one exception, a certain bunny who loves her bear  
Knows and guards his secrets, loves his precious spirit  
   
You see, she's shared my journeys, the many ups and downs  
Bringing out the best, while accepting the worst of this pensive but flawed man  
   
Being the only one who gets me and with loving, caring hands  
Can untie this tangled knot of paradoxes, setting me free