Poem to a Love

Being near thee doth fill my heart with glee.
Thy smile doth shame the sun of it’s warming.
Beam. The joy in thy eyes doth make flee
All sorrows and gloom. Thy wit to crowing
Laughter doth send the most dull among us.
And to hear thee sing, a choir of angels
Do bow their heads. Thy beauty does
Nay have any earthly equal.

A Summer’s day ne’er can compare to thee
And I am content when thou art near me.

(c) Chad Schuermeyer