Your Beauty (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

In any age you would be counted as fair
be called in your right by beauty's name
and not with makeup you have to prepare
as if from the most beautiful you came

where beauty is bestowed by nature's power
and there is something timeless to your face
daily you do me with acts and words shower
where you walk and talk with your grace,

do great happiness and care to others bring,
to me you do far past picture perfect seem
and in all of life I want your praises to sing
where you do at liberty act with self-esteem

do spread both joy and hope where you go,
while truly day upon day I do love you so.