I cannot find the words to say of you

To speak of angels such as you so fair.

Your eyes do me enchant, so bright, so true.

I find that I’m too lost for words in there.

Your cheek reminds me of a springtime breeze,

For it, like they, is cool to finger’s touch.

And they my heartstrings do they try to seize.

My heart is yours, a slave to angels pure.

My heart you’ve won because of passioned speech.

I find in me a curse whilst I demure.

I fail when love is of what I do preach.

If I could only say how much I love

This girl, an angel. You came from above.