Worthy art thou of glowing praise - in all the ways
so humbly I ode - an emotive rhymed bode,
of lyrics that flowed - from an ardent felt daze
brighter than the heavens ablaze,
so scribed in phrase - your blessed rays:

Blessed art thou blue eyes - of azure dyes,
once dipped in motion into the oceanic potion,
by seraphs with the notion - that thine eyes match the skies,
oh heavens hath let thee rise,
Aphrodite thy guise - art thou blue eyes.

Blessed art thou with gentle tones - of angelic moans
crafted by the wails that drifted Gaelic sails
flowing in trails - of sea queens and their thrones
a simpering grace thy voice clones,
shattered with groans - my hearted stones.

Blessed art thou of amber hair - radiant fair
woven in piles in rarest of the styles
scented in isles - where live roses flair
of lippy shaped kisses they bear,
from mountains I blare - I adore your hair.

Blessed am I to be - favored by thee
tanning in passion of true valentine fashion
carved in ashen - our love branded tree
oh blessed could I ever be,
so worded in spree - my ink coated glee.