My Lady Fare, T'Will Be Driven So Rarely Far In Roads Of Love. Poem by Michael Gale

My love for you is like a library book...
Well over due, and this date with you and i in the near future, wish to see and forward to look as hook.
May i never have to return your love away fro' my heart and never have to deliver it not far away...as do part...
I hope that it may stay as like a record still wantedly to be heard as
repeatedly replayed.
To in my heart, never deadened as slayed...
May this record stay as engraved well into your heart's emotional
player.
Always intact as it's eternal envisional displayer...
To your memory of my well intentioned love.
As to your heart's well fitted gifted glove...
My caring for your welfare is always at it's ever best.
As hopely in faith, will stand to time's own eternal test...
Never to leave, but never rest.
May my love for my lady fair, fair...
The time weathered test of one so rare.
We once were a thought brought together as rare...
At the end of time-shall stand as a inseperable pair.
My love shan't stop as easily as a car...
Only this heart of thine shall n'ee'r stall, but keep going on real far.