Loving thee is like making a world

Loving thee is like making a world in me
Where I hear birds come singing thy glory,
Drenched by the mirth  of the day's  hue,
How in thee I the whole World view,

Where I find mountain streams flow
Sparkling and dancing drenched by thy glow,
Loving thee is like only  to find more
How beauty of Nature with love only pours,
Where days go and nights come with ease
Where like Selene thou bring poetry without cease
Where golden flakes and silvery charm
Both do come and  both enbalm,
Where the world within grows blessed quite
Where thou shine forever with eternal delight.