A Thousand Poets

A thousand poets for a thousand years,
despite their efforts, beyond any doubt,
would fail to grasp the whole of your great soul:
angelic beauty both inside and out

I thought myself a weed before that night,
but lest I wake I know our bond is more:
a new born flower reluctant to bloom,
a rose in Eden matched not once before

The sun has never shone so bright and clear,
the stars now make a solemn day from night;
yet, with one look and shimmer from your eyes,
to shame you put the brilliance of their light

Be still my heart for now I'm not alone,
A gem I've found now, in a world of stone