Classic Poem

Whene'er I look into thy beauteous eyes,
Twin stars of delicate and peerless blue,
Soft as twin violets shimmering in the dew,
My spirit trembles in a charmed surprise.
Visions of angels, seen in dreams arise
Whene'er thou greetest my delighted view.
And thy sweet smile, for which a saint would sue,
Can only find its peer in Paradise.
So when with rapturous eyes I gaze on thee,
Thy image shows me all that Heaven will be.