Beautiful

How do I describe such beauty as yours? For in comparison the words would pale No definition has ever been found For it's a beauty no poet could tell The stars speak of your beauty in whispers To hide their love from the envious moon The sun rises early to see your smile But to the stars, the sun rises too soon The flowers even faint in your presence And the wind constantly whispers your name The birds sings songs of love in your honor History will show your beauty in fame I'll speak of your beauty with my last breath 'Til my lips are sealed as I meet my death