Shallot regained

(Shallot regained)Thou does't really not Know me my lady ,
I deem to pay you court ,from yonder plains ,many miles from your beautious allure.
Days of you dreaming of your brave proud prince,hast left me affected by  expectation
of thee ,of me thy humble servant, and your cherished but cerebal lover in
Absentia.

You dream in colours pure o beloved lady from lands far  
off, and worlds a new.
But dark and dank reality ,does!t sour my being, and holds me static and of paralysis most vile.

But you o lady of the mountains, and regions ,vast and unparalled vistas
that glow at dawns early light.

Drift your way from reaches smiling,    sweetly to me, my lady of shallot ,if only on
Dreams of imagination most pure and of reality suspended.