Not an eternal winter, nor an immortal war,
Could sully the beauty of thy aura, shine,
That thou understand this Truth I in earnest implore;
Such an endearing passion as is thine.
Then being blessed with the kindest voice;
Yours, the meekest that my jaded ears had heard,
Maketh the depressed and downcast spirit rejoice,
For each and every blessed word.
Thou deserve my praise, alms and admiration,
The blessings you beget I could not count,
That lift my spirit out of trepidation,
And give me the strength to my trials, surmount.
    I hath not seen an angel truer,
    Engaged in love and light's endeavour.