Blessed Blue Eyes

Worthy thou art of glowing praise - in all the ways
so humbly I ode - an emotive rhyming bode,
of lyrics that flowed - from an ardent felt daze
brighter than the heavens ablaze.
So scribed in phase - your blessed rays:

Blessed art thou blue eyes - of azure dyes,
once dipped by motion into the oceanic potion,
by seraphs with the notion - that thine eyes match the skies,
oh heavens hath let thee rise.
Aphrodite in guise - art thou blue eyes.

Blessed art thou with gentle tones - of angelic moans
sung by the wails that drifted with Gaelic sails
flowing in trails - of sea queens and their thrones
a simpering grace thy voice clones.
Shattered with groans -my hearted stones.

Blessed art thou of auburn hair - radiant fair
woven in piles by the rarest of the styles
scented in isles - where live roses flair,
of lippy shaped kisses they bear.
On mountains I blare - I adore your hair.

Blessed I would be - to be favored by thee
to tan in the passion of true valentine fashion
carved in an ashen - our love branded tree
oh blessed could I ever be.
So worded in spree; my love for thee.