Sonnet to Love

The Sun, and moon and stars cannot compare To the greatness of my love for you Not even the sight of diamonds rare Could overpower your gift of beauty true The stars are jealous of your glowing face The song thrush envies for the charm of your voice The world adores, for you abound in grace For at your first breath, all the heavens rejoiced The angels praise your beauty, for it’s short of pride And the only thing that lacks in you is arrogance And thus true beauty in you does abide For this I write a sonnet declaring your espérance The love I hold for you is quite enduring For I will never stop it from occurring.