The Sun, and moon and stars cannot compare

To the greatness of my love for you

Not even the sight of diamonds rare

Could overpower your gift of beauty true

The stars are jealous of your glowing face

The song thrush envies for the charm of your voice

The world adores, for you abound in grace

For at your first breath, all the heavens rejoiced

The angels praise your beauty, for it’s short of pride

And the only thing that lacks in you is arrogance

And thus true beauty in you does abide

For this I write a sonnet declaring your espérance

The love I hold for you is quite enduring

For I will never stop it from occurring.