An English Sonnet of Adoration

Thy countenance behooves what I adore The sun is dim beside your smile and glow I see things in you never seen before You make my heart beat anything but slow Your feet they float on surface where we walk Your clothing wafts like mist above the ground I look at you and find it hard to talk My voice does not give forth the slightest sound I see your hand and wonder does it call Or is it just to drive me far away Your hair, is as is for a summers ball I have the will, I ask show me the way I contemplate the way to make you mine I may need help to get me past the line