Her

The sun does not shine as bright as she
The winds breathe is not as sweet as my love
Her sweet voice can be heard wherever you may be
Her presence is as innocent that of a dove
Her hands are softer than that of any silken glove
In the light her hair glistens with hints of dew
This angel on earth was just as beautiful above
To speak of her name without passion is taboo
Her eyes are the envy of any ocean blue
Without she the world is lost of great beauty
These great words are not of she are not askew
It is indeed of great virtue a most noble duty
The protect she from slander of those evil done
She is grateful of that done from a noble one