She animates me to the heaven's height.
My emotion truly is crowned with light,
Of which made is pixie dust felt as joy
Had I haven't, since I bloomed out of a boy.
Kindling me is warmth from her eyes bright,
Like the spring that rouses the trees with might.
Her mood graceful as a swan did employ
Clean-up within me, which did destroy
Gloom that soiled my soul and made it empty
Of happiness, which now sprouts back to dress
My life like the sun hurling its rays free.
Its radiance I savour as comfort in excess.
Love from she fair as the pearl from the sea,
She animates me through morn-like buttress.
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