Shall I compare you

To the beauties of this world

When to me, you look like the  

fairies in my dreams

Who looks absolutely ethereal

And heavenly with golden hair

Shall I compare you

To the voices of this world

When you sound a hundred times better than them?

Your voice is like a hot tea/coffee

On a cold winter day with heavy snowing

It's like the perfect cold drink

On a hot summer afternoon

I love it when you sing me 

lullabies

It feels like all my worries are melting away as I fall asleep

If there are angels amongst humans

You must be one of them

Because how can one be as nice as you -

Plain at heart and loving

In your heart

You carry the burdens

Of the helpless and poor

It's an honour that you also have my love

In that pure heart of yours

And even though I'm in lack

Of perfection and beauty

You love me, still

How can I compare you to

just anyone?

You are a goddess

An angel among humans...

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.