Sonnet 123, Of All The Fairest Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Of all the fairest, none is such as you,
A beauty flower, in the garden of love;
The sun is glowing in your eyes, sweet blue,
Like astral lights and thoughts from far above.
Each way you are you shine the brightest flame,
In abundance, that will not go out or die;
And all your love never is then the same,
Like dawn in morn when first it opens sky.
No mask or perfume should your body waste,
For you are as lovely, as the blooming spring;
There is no line drawn there, utter in haste,
For all your sweet, is like the songs we sing.
Fate is cruel to let you become old,
For it is hard, in memories to hold.