My Love Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

No angel’s breath, nor angels conjoining,
Their radiant beauty, gloriously fair,
Competing as one their noble attempts,
Could ever my lovely one’s beauty compare.

As the planets are stayed in distant sky,
Cemented in their justly and ordained place,
So you will find my being thus secured,
As I now gaze upon my sweet love’s face.

Like winding, encircling life-giving vines,
Clutching tightly around the kingly oak tree,
As the luscious grapes are given their life,
My darling grants her life, giving love to me.

No heavenly or earthly beauty fine
Could ever compare to My Love divine.