She Glistens in Grace

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 glow

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 that face and over her brow

so calm, so beautiful yet so delicate

that serenades into the gilded glow

revelling in the arms of her tender fate.

With a soul bestowed with all the above

and a demure which my heart will await.