(continuing from your last line)
Not ever, not anon,
Not once will i fade this second
For thy words did birth a smile on this face
This unworthy one doth feel so needed
So loved, by thee of such sorcery
With potions of goddesses
with intent to bring forth all that is well
To this shattering world that we dwell.
Upon thy presence, at thy feet,
I bow, and await thy hand upon my heart.
To be blessed, to be knighted into thy Round Table
Into thy circle of eternal friendship.
So aye, i accept thy wager and propose a cause
For as long as the eye of heaven gleams
And thy feet are married to this earth,
I plea thy ember for poetry will burst into streams
And forever be praise for its worth...
what say you?