The Loudest Praise

I wish I could bleed her tributaries, The words of her wildest dreams. How did I fight, When I've grown weary? How am I hard on me? Wickedness, get into my embrace, And bring me to my knees! Which words deserve the loudest praise? Perhaps that's you, not me. Which pen would even speak my name, And blame the nature breeze? It's time I write, and dare I say, Her words are lovely.