Love Sonnet 177: 'Count It My Pleasure To Behold Your Eyes' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Count it my pleasure to behold your eyes,
My future I delight, therein to start,
None half as wondrous nature did devise
Has been endeared to both my mind and heart;
The special twinkle that there so I find,
In manner of speech purely of its own,
Speaks to my heart, as though bent to remind,
That love, it has worn ever since as crown;
No measure would show how feelings are gauged,
Nor waiting constrained to a sense of time,
Whilst I race the clock, I felt so enraged,
Eternity is spent with every chime;
........My pleasure now waits for wishes to be,
.........Oft a Hell of wait for Heaven to see.