I'm a probably child

I'm a probably child--
posibbly trapped inside,
the body of abide
on sunset's ocean tide.

I'm a slave of love potion,
worry not, for I am devotion.
I was to take myself as mere--
as the wound did me severe.
I'm a locker without its key.

Doesn't it quite like low?
I'm not ashamed to cry, my knee,
one or two, I'd still be bow,
to you--

My Lady,
I did as perfect as a human could be
But, no human is essential I'm afraid, you see--
still a light year distanced is such a near for me.