So. After strangling this thing a few times I've finally got something that I think should work. I love this poem. It's the piece that really got me started. But I recently looked back on it and decided the formatting, by my standards now, was terrible. So, I've gone through, haven't changed the story at all, just updated the look. Hope it's better! Enjoy the beginning of Miri's journey.

My love and I,

~ we're perfect

~ she and I.

Where I'm weak, she is strong.

When she falls, I'm her knight.

If I'm angry, scared or worried

~ she knows exactly how to chase it all away.

And when her nightly terrors come

~ I am there, calm in the storm.

I'm her steadfast anchor,

~ strong and true.

She's my little flower,

~ lovely and sweet.

Though some things about us don't quite meet,

~ I like to read,

~ and she…well…not,

~ we sing the same tune

~ and dance like one.

~o~O~o~

There is a scar upon my chest

~ that aches in the cold.

But when she puts her warm hand on it

~ the pain becomes nevermore.

There is a mark upon my head,

~ a badge of bravery just for her.

She has whip marks across her back

~ that none but I may touch,

~ and a tattoo upon her shoulder,

~ from a master thankfully long gone.

Now she wears it proudly,

~ for I set her free

~ that she might live.

But in the night

~ her master comes to visit.

And she wakes in fright

~ from dreams too terrible to recount.

But I am always there.

~o~O~o~

When first she came to my land,

~ on the mighty ship of the islands,

~ she was her master's slave,

~ devoted servant unwilling to be.

Early one morn,

~ as master lay in drunken stupor,

~ she called out my name.

"King Edmund, King Edmund"

~ then she collapsed into tears.

In a land where slavery was detested

~ she sought out the judge, the Just.

She sought out me.

Master enraged that I should steal

~ did hit me o'er the head.

A duel commenced

~ for which he was out matched

~ despite blood flowing in my eyes,

~ a badge of bravery just for her.

~o~O~o~

My sisters took her in,

~ made a lady out of her.

But she has a lilting accent

~ and a tendency to clean,

~ ruining nice dresses,

~ causing Lucy to despair,

~ and the badger maids to complain.

Peter looks on her with fondness,

~ enjoys teaching her to read

~ and showing her that all is right

~ and good in Narnia.

She didn't give us a name.

We called her a great many things.

Until one night,

~ as I knelt by her bed,

~ stroking away fears from her face,

~ she whispered "Miri".

The smallest, sweetest flower.

~o~O~o~

It was inevitable that we fall in love,

~ but we two were the last to know.

I swear all Narnia knew before us!

My sister saw it first.

Miri's such a shy thing.

When it falls upon her not to talk

~ she reaches for my hand,

~ hides behind my shoulder,

~ her undisputed knight.

In a fit of boldness,

~ one evening in the garden,

~ she kissed me soft upon the cheek.

And when Susan calmly asked,

~ I began to see all the things Miri'd done,

~ and I as well,

~ that had brought about

~ this love between us.

~o~O~o~

My love and I,

~ we're perfect,

~ she and I.

She's my flower.

I'm her knight.

We're happy here

~ in this castle,

~ Caer Paravel.

We don't see our nightmares,

~ not as much,

~ now that the other's here.

We keep at bay all the dreams,

~ each other's shield till the day.

And when the daylight comes

~ we show each other

~ something new of life.

Our greatest peace is Aslan

~ who brought my love to me.