The Stars Are Shining On Me Today Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Beaming like a crescent moon in mid-July
The stars are shining on me today.
Her comeliness takes my breath away.
Love heavenliness; I surely do testify.
How can I not know with all this invective?
Speaking of beauty, how does one not weigh?
How pleasing it is without loathsomeness.
I can look into these heavens and purvey
A million stars, but all would be grotesque
Compared with her, a light never dispossessed