The Beauty Of You

Most bright sun angels,  
Dance upon thy face,
Twirling merrily,
Their kisses of satin and lace,
To be near thee,
'Tis their pleasure bliss.
To touch thee,
The swirling rainbows,
Most desired wish.
Crimson roses in shame bow low,
So dull to thee,
They do compare.
The glorious moon,
Gazes softly upon thy hair.
The stars do shine,
But dimmer yet,
For thy soul,
Thy being,
They have caressed.