You are...

Red, white, no matter the colour,

Beauty cannot be denied.

No matter how dour,

I could not, even if I tried.

A single carnation for every day,

Would not be sufficient for my devotion,

No matter what I even say,

Will prove to you my dedication.

All I have to offer is my imperfections,

Compared to your perfect symmetry.

I would hazard any depredations, 

Even being nailed to a tree!

The sun rising in the morn,

Holds no fascination for me,

For you I feel I was born,

To love you, for all to see.

To cross vast regions,

Will be but a triviality,

To fight hordes or legions,

I shall do with frivolity.

To wake to your smile,

Would impress upon my mind,

A pleasure beyond denial,

That I would keep, though I go blind.

Your heart I wish to keep,

Safe, locked away with mine.

So that no impurities may within seep,

To ruin what is sublime.

To be complete would entail,

A merging of our lives,

Which I would allow without fail,

So that it only survives!

Though the years depart,

I view the accumulation of years,

As a damn good start,

To banishing all our fears.

Though my tongue be taken,

I would strive to find a way,

To prove I have not forsaken,

That I love you is all I can say.