Incarnadine Sublimity!    

Like most chaps, I sometimes take her for granted;
her incarnated elegance of being
surging senses with comeliness decanted,
and love decreeing...
 
declaring all manner of glory to me
with her ever multivariate aspect
of halcyon maiden hospitality...
cherished and select.
 
Nope. Nay. She cannot do a wrong. It is so.
Her glory earns her a copious liberty
which would be a heinous crime to overthrow,
and a shame on me.
 
She chaplets all, like arrangements on a wall;
a masterpiece of garland composition...
revealed with wonder woman wherewithal
and nous ambition...
 
where aestheticism always sees a friend
and all picture frames are by her margins blessed
and Elysium swings true where she will wend...
motion at its best...
 
an ever frolic rococo romp and frisk,
at least, whenever the kids are out of sight,
where she stamps my mind like a magnetic disk
of angel delight...
 
ardor engraved by a galvanic power
of grand galactic vizier potentiation
as momentous as a honeymoon shower...
and dank flirtation...
 
priming the pumps of affection extremis  
where we declare again..."till death do us part"...
then plunge into those antics that redeem us...
in each other's heart.