Bounty4Love: Beauty and I

If being a rock means never seeing her beauty
God don't forsake me but that's what I'd rather be
There's something to her air that goes beyond galaxies
When she was made heaven rejoiced in her lack of vanity
Diamonds and jewels sell for pennies to her worth
For divine is her soul she is not of this earth
Anger, rage, and sadness envelop me to the bones
I ponder a life without the hint of her tones