To one I love

Strange how lief my eyes still view thee,
in twilight deep, thy every grace
with ease ensures that hopes pursuit thee
in dream and day, to touch thy face.

When first in waking life, I saw thee,
walking `neath the starry sky,
my quill, it failed with words to draw thee,
shattered as thou passed me by.

A sense of bliss so deep and true
have seldom lingered long inside me,
as when I saw thee, as I do,
when everyday I wake up by thee.