From me to you

Lively bouncing come my love
Alter this weary overcast day ,
And like you always do
Show me the way,
But for your comely smile
And the balmy self,
Little else is worth merit
In this imperfect world,
I know I can be quite the peeve
Make you fret and fall,
And drive you up the wall
But know this always in your heart, my dear,
That if you were to part,
My wounded soul shall weep and bleed
and remain there like a void so deep
that no one could ever hope to fill.