Sonnet 108, Lovelier Than Roses Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Lovelier than roses in the garden,
Your eyes that twinkle like the morning star;
Never will such beauty be of pardon,
Even though your face will drift here afar.
The lines of your soft skin like the ocean,
And when you give joy, it shines on like glow;
You are like the sun and earth, life's potion,
Our love can only from now continue and grow.
Each of your touch is like flames from the dawn,
Feelings without shadows in the twilight;
Comes with blazes and goes then on and on,
Never does it flicker: this love so right.
My pen draws these flames for coming mornings,
So futures may recall some of its burnings.