Water and sapphire doth crave
The color blue held within thine eyes,
And thou doth possess skin so fair
To such a degree that cottony clouds
Become none more than stones of sand.

The beauty that thou outwardly projects
Doth draw my soul so deeply in.

Shakespeare would compare thee
To a summer’s day,
But I must disagree for thou art more
Closely resembled by the winter’s night.

With the twinkle of one million stars
From the skies held within the eyes
Of only the most beautiful,
And the purity of a fresh snowfall
Envious of the natural beauty
Only your fair body can possess.

Some may offer their heart,
But to thee, my love, I doth give my soul.
For long after the final beat of my heart
Resonates from beneath this chest of mine,
My soul itself, shall wander with thee,
And by merely being in the presence
Of such a beautiful soul as thine,
Mine will always feel alive.