O, My Love And Dearest Flowered Beauty, Poem by Helena Thomas

O, my love and dearest flowered beauty,
Thy eyes, the deep chasms, look through perpetual
Years, through pleasure and pain. Not by duty
Does your heart open, completely full.
The locks of thy gracious head tumble down,
In waves, just as the form of rolling sea,
From thy full lips, never escapes a frown.
May thy thoughts continue wandering free.
Thy smile illuminates the people 'round,
Thy stance and morals, ne'er questionable,
Thy voice, O, O what an angelic sound,
To make one laugh, thou art more than able.
So at least for now, I have reached the end,
All in all, thanks for being awesome, friend.