sonnet# 16

Angel's glory b'fore thee fades
Certainly it does seem,
Fairest thou art amongst  maids
Whom I greatly esteem.

Like leaves of the spring
So gracefully thy cheek glows,
Only joy it does bring
And seed of love sows.

Seeing thee my joys start
To rain and to shower,
So very fair thou art
Like a graceful wild flower.

Like thee another, one can never find
So very graceful who surely is and so so very kind.