Sonnet, To Young Lovers (Or My Dear Is Adorable)

My dear is adorable with her blue eyes Of an azure light like the heavens show That with her beauty like the night stars glow Or morning new beam of the horizon skies Her pinkish cheeks and reddish rosy lips Of love in its delight to give and wake And fresh in perfumes like from the lake, Is her flowing breath and acquaintanceships Like sun rising day her lovely all is A goddess to ascend in dreams about Like morning of beauty within its bliss Never with shadows shall touch any doubt My love to her has no boundaries meet And still my heart hasn't a beat to regret