Upon a quill, your beauty drawn so fine,
A heavenly design, divine and fair,
With divine poetry, I\'ll make you shine,
With words, thy loveliness, beyond compare.
Your visage, as the moon in cloudless night,
A radiant orb in heaven\'s grand display,
Your grace and charm, a mesmerizing sight,
Like Juliet\'s glow, in Verona\'s day.
As roses blush, with Juliet\'s gentle touch,
Your cheeks in bloom, with love\'s own tender hue,
Your eyes, two stars, in midnight\'s velvet clutch,
In their depths, a world of dreams imbue.
Your tress, a river of ebony cascades,
Like Cleopatra\'s silken, dark embrace,
In strands, a tale of timeless love pervades,
A royal crown, framing your lovely face.
With lips, akin to Juliet\'s sweet refrain,
Your words, a sonnet, penned in skies above,
In every phrase, love\'s passion to sustain,
An elegant sonnet, writ by the hand of Love.
A gown of silk, a robe of finest lace,
Your form, a vision from an age gone by,
In regal splendor, walking with such grace,
A queenly presence, beneath the azure sky.
Your every step, a dance of pure delight,
As Juliet glided through the Capulet\'s hall,
In moonlit gardens, you art the moon\'s own light,
A masterpiece of art, in love\'s sweet thrall.
That’s why I envy and astonish at your creator,
If He created you out of His canvas and quill,
How beautiful He might be, our originator,
Crafting worlds and wonders with boundless skill.