Answer:
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
Who eats a lot of iron without getting sick?
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
What is weightless but takes two people to hold it?
You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?