The golden rays of sun that fight
To sparkle off the morning dew
Are jealous of the blinding light
That shines within the heart of you.
The ocean's varied shades of blue
And darkest deep which therein lies
Could never mimic the wondrous hues
Or allurement of your graceful eyes.
The pleasing flowers of the field
When shown your beauty are forlorn
For yours is the superior yield
And would it they that you adorn.
So complete a woman is unknown
Nor truthful heart has been confessed
with most people, Im yet alone
In your company, I am blessed.
Dedicated to Sarah Bentsen
