A Sonet for Brette

What must I do to win your heart? How far must I go to prove myself? If I were to scale the highest peak, would you be there atop the snowcapped summit? If I were to dive into the deepest sea, would you lift me back up to breathe? If I were to ford the widest river, would you be there waiting on the distant shore? What am I compared to you? You are a princess; I am like a peasant, a lowly commoner, undeserving of your love. You are my heart's desire; I am like a leper, an outcast, unworthy to be in your presence You are the only thing worth living for, but what am I? I am not perfect, I fall short of the mark Bit if you find it in the kindness of your heart, spare me from this agony; bring light to my darkness Catch me before I fall; save me before I lose myself I would be eternally grateful My love for you is agape; I am your servant Giving everything; expecting nothing in return.