Sonnet, To Young Lovers (Or My Dear Is Adorable) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My dear is adorable with her blue eyes
Of an azure light like the heavens show
That with her beauty like the night stars glow
Or morning new beam of the horizon skies
Her pinkish cheeks and reddish rosy lips
Of love in its delight to give and wake
And fresh in perfumes like from the lake,
Is her flowing breath and acquaintanceships
Like sun rising day her lovely all is
A goddess to ascend in dreams about
Like morning of beauty within its bliss
Never with shadows shall touch any doubt
My love to her has no boundaries meet
And still my heart hasn't a beat to regret