Bleary-Eyed Beauty

Bleary-eyed beauty, of aromas sweet by tinctures of air on the lilac leaf. Give me not one remote broken heartbeat- that's-been-crushed of all scents, its self-belief. Be not the pallor of unending grief. Be the hedge rose in rosiness discreet. A warm little dear, where all bees compete garden me a blush beneath your kerchief. So that I might be your one knight's motif: I'll draw a glance that others meet defeat. Yours the world above and below my feet the moon climbs-on aural wings - stay's too brief. Such is the allure of the stars in orbit. My soul's, heart yours, spoken in a sonnet?