Sonnet III

You are the beauty of my eyes
And standing, full in light, I scarce believe
That Aphrodite, dipping low,
Gave this sweet gift to me.
For thou art lovely in the lovliest of ways
A starling bordered with the shine
Of the hang'ed planets twined with rings
Living art is mine
To touch, and in this touching know the truth
That beauty, breath'ed song is within reach
And reaching out- fingers brush against
A sculpted form of poetry
For I would breathe you in, and breathing show
That you are all there is- and all I know.