Your grace

I woe to God for you-
for your unmatched beauty as like star;
for unfaded beauty of your heart;
Fresh-figure, your charm full fine of few;
You came from heaven, very far;
Like God your grace,I want to start,

    To love you, rare love, not few;
whatever your deal, I'll fill
by God's bless,with this flesh.
Don't let go your hue
                times few.