Dearest Mate

Dearest mate,
Could thou mention much precious prize I able to offer?
Besides dull words, maintain a weaker rhyme?
Those rubbish you keep, and make it thine,
But still appraise a stretch name of mine.

How could thee be pleased by poor craft?
You've named 'em lovely, I thought they're nought!
As you see it as a thing, I thank to Lord,
to make you this really nice being.

I'll take no more pressure 'cuz you make assure,
A day was entered, supports been gathered-
from a kind spot in thy bosom that lights a flame,
shatters upon words; these delicate notes.

So, would you mention an equal present that I could give,
instead of a mess which is condensed to brief?