Your Beauty

The starry skies, the moonlit nights,
The glorious sun and the northern lights,
The blood red rose and the summer hue,
The pure white snow and the morning dew,
The beauty that all these possess,
Hold nothing I must confess,
When compared to you, my sweet,
They all seem so incomplete,

Perfection you are in every way,
The beauty of every passing day
I want to live my life a spectator,
To the absolute skill of my Creator...