Sonnet Iii : the First Attempt

I often describe your beauty and charm but never the way I feel about you. And now I ponder what gracious and harm does this angel have and how much I knew. You tend to bring the best in everything especially to me who laughs scarcely. Takes my humor in skies of high jeering. Petty it be but I find it dearly. I pray to the great and wish to be signed, to how I should feel 'bout this art of his. For after hardships and sadness, I'm bind. Yet your sparkling eyes gives me constant bliss. A Goddess's face you do resemble and the smile that shall make mountains tremble.