Heaven Sent

You are to me as stars once were,
So delicate, so competent, so new.
And in my lonely descent to hell
I'll take my solace that you're heaven-sent.

Perfect Calligraphy cannot do you justice,
Shakespeare would not even touch the surface
Of your sweet perfection, sweet intoxication,
You are a blessing. You're my lullaby.

I see you now, look at you my dear,
A grown up angel whispering in my ear,
I say I love you, Darling,
I mean the words I say
Yet this my dear,
Is not my place.