If one was to compare her to the sun,
Oh, she would outstrip it in every way.
If we persist after the sun is done,
Were she the moon, the night would seem as day.
And though it seems she is a work of art,
Eyes lie, so she appeals to more than those.
In truth, it was her mind that stole my heart.
Sharp as a thorn, beautiful as a rose.
As we look up to better see our place,
I look to her to see beauty unbound.
My eyes fall on not just a pretty face,
But on the image of something profound.
Her beauty's vastness knows no earthly bound.
By her eternity is to be found.
