To my love

I wish I could write, to you, a poem
One of the heart that is lovely and dear
My heart that was worn, scarred and broken
You fixed, and became the one I revere
For you are the sun, in the morning rise
And I am only a lowly farmer
Who can only speak words of heart, no lies
Grace My tied tongue, But I am no charmer
For never to grace this small prairies land
Was there a lass so lovely and fair
So please my dear, grant this desperate man
Your eternal vow of love and prayer
For only you my dear I wish to marry
My enchanting and beautiful fairy