What is love
There comes to each of us a time in life
  When childhood fades and reason needs to count.
  This hurdle now you're starting to surmount
So showing me you want to be my wife.

But things one wants don't happen without strife
  Nor is the path to joy a simple jaunt.
  One finds not love abiding in the haunt
Of children, but where adulthood has fief.

That being said it's clear you're reaching there
  Maturity's achieved by careful thought
And though my starry fey I know you care
  For me, your road ahead with pitfalls you'll find fraught.
And caring is not all if one were fair
  Your love for me, if child you be, is naught