I compare thee to heavenly Angel.
Pure of heart as that of an infant breathing
within it's mothers sheltering womb
Untainted by the impure

Your illuminate heart outshines a bewildered scorching sun.
Your smile the equivalent of glowing radiance
It alights even the darkest hour of my life.
Your healing essence
The taste of your honeyed lips I live for.

You are the most beautiful rose
Amidst my thorned existence
By any other epithet, you would still smell as sweet