Paragon Of Beauty Poem by welkin siskin

Wherefrom do I write of thee
What hands did the glow give
And what did the creator compare
To give life to thy purity,
And what frame did the maker refer
And who's that mortal frame
Who could not long for
Thy beauty sublime and pure.
What unbroken virtue and how could one find
Apart from thy one?
The moon, the sun and stars emit light
Tho' to be less comparable
To thy matchless figure.
There is no similitude of thee.
@ Welkin Siskin