So thy beauty let it be alive

So thy beauty let it be alive
The secrets of remote understanding
From morning’s blush of down on thee
Will raise the light of that beauteous being
Such wonderment from wint’ry surd
Of thy thought coming so quietly
Telling me you are not just a dream
But a rare testament of beauty
Created by god walking on this earth
My dear you hold the rose of beauty
Forever-young will that attempt be
For angels they do not believe:
That such beauty is on this place
And that beauty belongs to me.
With such short time on hand
I will tell to the world your beauty
And that, my dear, is almost impossible
For you are so beautiful that I can’t explain.
So here I begin: your essence is like a rose
Holding your beauty so free
You are compare to the white snow
Not for such coldness, but for the beauty it gives
And as spring will come your beauty always blooms
Forever-young you will be, a perfect creation
And the envy of all that gives life
For they have tried to reproduce that beauty:
That one that on you become natural
And it will have no second rare creation.