Ye stars that burns with heavens fire,
Wander the deep browed climes beneath the enamored moon
And those twinkling eyes that host the tranquil night.
Is the living heart that all power proceeds her love that lies within me.
Almighty God of heaven and your precious miracles,
Where you made the skies open and floods of virtuous love spring.
Oh, my dear saint out went and scales the plains of beauty,
That passion wears, where my lady dwells.
On the sweet brow of an angel unused with a form so fair,
Crowned in veils of raven tresses, with a model face,
Breasts of youthful beauty, and crimson lips of gentle kisses,
Sparkling with eyes of pearl that glows the jewels of the stars.
Copyright (c) Kevin Brian Wright,2008