Lyrical Lines of Warm Gratitude To a Maiden

What were you to me may I ask? And may I answer you real well? You were at first a secret masque of balls whose guests I could not tell; a maiden who was light of task, whose thoughts were like a hidden dell. Oh, but now you're a raven-haired with state and rank fit for a queen; a soul who has most often dared to be the friend I've seldom seen, the one to whom I gave and shared my quiet hopes that might have been! You're thus to me a map and chart to navigate life's hardships through— the answer to my joyless heart, and to a world that I did rue. So now you're the sublimest part of my life's journey which ensues.