I have seen the hue of the moon and stars,
They pale in thy eyes whom reach as far,
Those gems stir me in more of a manner,
Given mental hammer, oh how I stammer,
My speech is sturred and my face blushed,
The heat in myself is stirred and rushed,
For I am turned and ever feverish,
How she speaks and I recieve her,
And alas if my words falter my love,
I hath seen demons trill thereof,
With lack of love and darkness bound,
Chased around by hellish hound,
Seen the smiles of devilish grin,
Where it wins, the devils sin,
But to hold darkness and create light,
That is a sight,
From amber jewels come acts of purity,
Words of kindness and maturity,
I feel almost lacking,
Jaw slacking,
At the awe and magnificence,
At our grace and eloquence,
I even jest at I may not be enough,
But even this folly is rebuffed,
I returned to it with such fervor,
To say as such I heard her,
So she may forever very wild.