The Ultimate Sonnet

Does she even know her place With grace of beauty on her face Can she phantom the depths of love That pulls the high from up above Granted the beauty of an angels face The divinely blessed unhuman race Wingless creature brought so near The shyness of the bravest fear No stars can compare to the eyes No words come forth from the wise No diamond cut match her shape Or scenic views from eyes take What heavenly chore was this unangel sent What blood so precious by earth was lent Did stars converge to create this thing Will wars be fought to make her queen To which most blessed will she give heart To the bravest the strongest or the smart Contest and riddles those olden themes Where music and poetry should adorn this queen