A Poem, and A Plea

Far across this land, where you and I were found
Love was there, but without a sound.
The eyes of yours, gentle as they can be.

Have made me swim to the deepest sea.
Your hand in my hair, as the air blows away the breeze.
But you must be aware, evil lurks beneath the trees.

Of your peaceful home, of courtship and love.
Oh how tender you are my little hopping dove.
That feel from the stars, and has healed my scars.

From the night that turns to the day.
You held me with display,of the sight of your beauty.
You make this soul at bay, from my cling-ed life.

That was full of nothing but fight and dislike.
I kneel to you, to be my loving wife.
Will come, oh will you come?

To share what is right with me?
Won't you teach me the might that this knight of yours has?
All I say is this..by this rhyme I will love you more.

So please be my sight of this world..