Adoration

How do I tell you, How can you see
How adoration of you, Has bettered me
How no illusion, Need paint the rose
No tinted glass, Need pick and choose
From your wholeness, Where each deep flaw
Etches your glow, In fine pattern draw
The intricate sketch, The fine-woven lace,
The dress of your soul, The warm, secret place,
Where you were conceived, When God called you "be!"
And laid in you foundings, of His Mystery
That deep complex beauty, you no longer see
Struck you were by, the World's cruelty
And your heart in pieces, and my shining tear
Would prayer's breath bridge, my song to your ear?
My weak, broken voice, to bid you look, see
That adoration of you ...
                      ... has so bettered me