Sagacious Ardour!

It's always Christmas in my lover's hair
Which in her youth was almost raven dark,
But time has decorated tinsel there
With something like an angel's halo spark;
An ornamentation to youth denied...
Earned only by experience and pain
And awarding yet a honeymoon bride
Subject mostly to poetic refrain;
Surely not all a great lady deserves
And if I could I would provide much more
Than observations a poet observes
About her countless graces to adore.
Yet here, to my last breath, I will describe...
Her beauty...with the force of diatribe!