Beautiful (Sonnet)

  How do I describe such beauty as yours?For in comparison the words would paleNo definition has ever been foundFor it's a beauty no poet could tell The stars speak of your beauty in whispersTo hide their love from the envious moonThe sun rises early to see your smileBut to the stars, the sun rises too soon The flowers even faint in your presenceAnd the wind constantly whispers your nameThe birds sings songs of love in your honorHistory will show your beauty in fame I'll speak of your beauty with my last breath'Til my lips are sealed as I meet my death