She Is A Freezer Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

She is a freezer, yet she preserves no food
But she freezes the busy and troubled hearts of men
And preserves the dying souls young men with elixir of her beauty
She is a freezer, yet but not of herself
But of the power of the radiance of her indescribable beauty

At the mention of her name 'Sarah' even time freezes in her honor,
Upon her appearance under the darkest night
The moon bows to her and becomes pale in reflection,
Ashamed to compete with the radiance of her beauty
Even the stars in her presence stand still in their sparks
And the comets are seen in the firmament displaying systematically in her honor

Alas, in my mind's eyes, I could behold the great poets' pens
Not willing to flow with ink in describing her perfect beauty,
Fearing they might lack the perfect words to describe her perfect beauty
And thus be charged by the Celestial body of pen's treason
And even the great Shakespeare was transfixed by her celestial beauty
And Ninon Dlenclos drew envy on her, wishing she was still alive.

Upon her lips a platted heap of honey
This sweetens the sound of her voice while she sings
And whenever she encore to sing upon the altar of God
But with a voice of deep emotion, tears abuses face
Whereon the beautiful sound of her voice drowns men with the presence of God
And some said, in her voice lives God presence.

She reigns in the bosoms of many, of young, of old, and sexes both enchanted
As virtue lacks dwelling, and made home in her bosom
And among the many that mine eyes have seen
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warmed but Sarah.
The calm and coolness in her voice proclaims her ‘Sarah the Virtuous Woman'
Her feet so beautiful and tender like the feet of a royal princess
Even as she walks gracefully like the stars in procession
Alas, she is like gold refined and her worth is far above rubies.

I have twice forsworn, to her love swearing in love epistles
And I have made my eyes to swear against the thing they see never to desire
But constantly they should behold her in the kaleidoscopic screen of my thought
And to flood the images of her qualities on my mind
That I may forever be held bound in loving and desiring her,
Giving no liberty unto my eyes to examine other passing-fair
Until the day I may be called ‘My Crowned Prince' by her
For she is the Crown I so desire from the ‘Holy One' upon my head.