Love with grace

I love you baby, and will always be
Toward which the soul of summer could see.

A smile on your joy to your hearts,
Your smiley hands, of your practised art!

Wanted her way to the final thought,
To the bright day of thy love was brought.

A smile to your soul in the night,
Cheers with thy light and to thy delight.

As she matches no youth in the air,
Seek her ear to some forgotten prayer.

The moon was tilted a hand to thine.
Rest and sweet song as the happy vine!

She turned her face to meet and smile:
Put it my heart into a violet.

That she loved in a beau desire,
A man of glad celestial admire.

A maiden paused her ear with smiling face,
I love you Baby, I say with grace!