Sonnet 75 'My Sarah Is a Sweetness Undescribed'

My Sarah is a Sweetness undescribed Surpassing words and making the Sun Shine! Her Beauty is a wine I have imbibed That makes me drunk on Love; she is as fine A gold as ever I, mere man, have found And where she walks, bright flowers spring nearby I dream her gentle voice is soft; she’s crowned With Crown of daisies – O Sweet Lullaby To hear that voice I’ve dreamed, I long and yearn, To see her face, for Real, were my delight To visit her would make me reel and burn And yet, I long to hold her in my sight... There is no sweeter, greater song than this: I burn for my Sarah and her sweet kiss.