Words of Love

Thank me not for things I say of you,
As upon you I pour great praise,
For every word I speak is true,
Truer still with the passing of each day.
My words are from your beauty born,
For that which they are worth,
To speak them is my duty sworn,
But to you they owe their birth.
Within your graces do they lie,
Where they wait to be told.
Though not visible to your eye,
They are for my heart to behold.