Astounded Poem by Shabati Dokyu

My eyes are in wonder
Like the event of the corn moon that presents
I am in awe of the rarity that it presents
It's wholly rarity makes wonder
And its beauty feeblest and tears me asunder
My hand shivers,
Like I touched the snow in the winter,
And its purity makes me wonder.
Why its calamity that cunningly freezes,
Can mend my whole that's tattered to pieces.
My heart is astounded
Like the awe conveyed to a princess that descends
And its person licks the paramount of reverence.
Morted men are utterly shocked to oblivion
From the beauty woman that has been shown.

Know that I cannot remain calm madame
For even my parts are wholly frantic'ted
By the beauty that you so dictated.
I remain perpetually astounded