To the mind, the heart, the soul of this man,
Whose thoughts in verse like rivers ran,
In wine of words, you are entwined,
A muse that lifts the weary mind.

Imagine, then, your regal grace,
Noble, tender, in every trace,
A beauty rare, both bright and pure,
Enchanting, splendid, and so demure.

Divine you are, beyond compare,
A vision formed from heaven’s air.
Your elegance, a perfect art—
You are the beat that stirs my heart.