Mistress of the Moon

Alderliefest,
Doth this note find thou's own hands?
Has the black of the raven
Lost its self in the dark of night?
Doth strange colored eyes touch,
The parchment in which mine own words
Are writ so delicately, so lovingly;
As an intruder in mine own home,
If stranger's eyes read it so.
Herein lies my heart,
For don't go searching the envelope,
Or glancing underneath the seal,
Mine own heart is not that of the physical world,
It lies more in the matters of the words that are writ,
In the delicate words that are bravely spoken.
For has thou seen the way I have given?
The soft way in which mine own eyes seem to speak?
Doth thou understand the language of body,
Not just the dance of skin upon skin,
But the reuniting feeling of
Two long lost souls destined to be?
Here is where mine own heart lies,
In this next perfectly penned line:
Mine own life is cherishes no special significance,
Without thou's own soul of beauty to entwine with
Mine own life's value cannot be summed up to even a
Petty amount of dirt upon the cobblestone.
But as thou's and mine's soul entwine together,
On wondrous nights such as the one we skin-danced to;
So doth the Sun and her out-of-reach-lover, the moon.
The sky had once blackened, in the dance of Eclipse,
The secret tryst of the radiant Sun and her fetching Moon.
Must mine own self act as pick-pocket upon the streets?
Petulantly awaiting the one whose love is that of the
Forbidden fruit of the stories of Adam and of Eve.
A saccharine temptation mine own body would gladly walk
Through the fires burning hotter than a thousand suns,
If eras' is what it should surely take for your love
To only belong to mine own heart, thou has said before,
But I abolish your statement!
I abolish the sentence:
"Do not wait for me."--
Mine own self would gladly wait through those eras,
Becoming as the pick-pocket roving on the street,
Stealing from the unwary their eclipses,
Just so mine own heart and thou's precious one,
Are so soon able to entwine, dancing the dance,
Of the exquisite Sun, Mistress to the Moon--

[Alderliefest, in Shakespearean, means: Dearest one of all.]