Ogini

Halo, the Angelic chain is above thee
All I must do is to water thee  
Poem even this my voice  
Pearl perfection of a stone  
Yellow is far thy region  
  
Beautiful, whose face is beyond Venus  
In thy scope my heart rattles  
My sick self divinely healed  
The minute glimpses, thy physique  
   
Always shall I think of thee  
As one comprising many  
You merit plentiful than I give thee  
You deserve a better first love  
 
Take all O' mine  
My letters, thy raspise
Flavoured with multiple ovaries  
For sweet after meals