My Beloved, Come And Be With Me. Poem by Diane Monte

We are not young and we are not old,
To make dream, so do not lose hope,
Come and be with me my dearly-loved.
Take my hand, all my love I would give.

Alone, and I am a slave thou from your love, ,
Free your mind up from hesitation and doubt,
I adore you, I beg, be mine, so I may live,
Take me so I may breathe or else I die tonight.

Now take me into your dream and we will live,
Castles stood with contentment and bliss,
Armored-knight built empire in the highland rise,
My beloved, come with me and be my empress