She glistens in grace like the light
from gilded realms and eternal skies
and all that\'s purest at my sight
is imbued in her facets and her eyes
thus married to the aureate delight
which abode to any maiden denies.
A tint the more, one hue the less
would ruin that beauteous grace
which cascades into the gilded dress,
or gently blossoms over her face;
where time and death often confess
their jealousy over this eternal trace.
And on her face and o\'er that brow
so calm, so beautiful yet so delicate,
the gaze that charms, the facets that glow
telling of a beauty bestowed by her fate;
A soul blessed with all the above
and a demure for which my heart will await.