Beauty at its finest definition, Oh, how your elegance illuminates, An impossible question of my blessed fate; To find one free from God’s volition? Sublime design, fair girl, a muse for all, Variegated verges of comely charm, Your vibrant voice shall serve as an alarm, Fervour of such bliss, t'is against the law.
Wondering in recluse how fortune came; Open oceans of insecurity, Inquiring how long you will remain, But, you supply extant felicity; Imperfect perfections, make you matchless; Mere words cannot depict your faultlessness.
i wrote this sonnet around 2 years ago, it's super cheesy and was originally in shakespearean form but i've modernised it here (i tried)