She Animates Me

She animates me to the heaven's height. My emotion truly is crowned with light, Of which made is pixie dust felt as joy Had I haven't, since I bloomed out of a boy. Kindling me is warmth from her eyes bright, Like the spring that rouses the trees with might. Her mood graceful as a swan did employ Clean-up within me, which did destroy Gloom that soiled my soul and made it empty Of happiness, which now sprouts back to dress My life like the sun hurling its rays free. Its radiance I savour as comfort in excess. Love from she fair as the pearl from the sea, She animates me through morn-like buttress.