Ah, with Love's inflection thy beauty is resplendent,
And with thine presence thou dost inspire mirth,
With thine aura, a beatitude, transcendent,
That warms me the breadth of my heart's girth.
What fine art could frame thy face?
Angel, Angel, spirit true?
And capture thy immortal grace?
Blessed fires run through you.
Regarded as Angel, and Devil both,
I see you as the former,
A vision of thou and thine kin in my mind apace doth
Make my own angelic being brew a little warmer.
    To thine Truth I am commit;
    Across the milky way is writ.