Analysis of Unchained Memory

'Tis not by design--the pages are
Golden and--bookmarked
With tears that I turn to turning them--
Whenever and wherever you'd come
Like music in the night--to stir
And still my soul.
Your disarming beauty, so ravishingly
Intoxicating made me keep the bullies--
At a distance. (I smoked them away like bees
Simply by looking, and at times, with words
That cut like scimitar.)
I was my own king--without a queen, when
All along, you were there--
More royal and regal than all my world
Has ever known, then and--since.
When I battled the mighty Ulysses,
I "died." And--you cried.
'Twas when you left that I came back to
Life--a fool, not having told you, just
How much you truly did mean to me.