The choir, as of angels (beauty)?
The magnificence, as of a painted Venus (smile)?
The mirth, as of a newborn babe (magic)?
With words, alone one
Cannot fantasize of hope to describe
The essence; though, it may be scribbled.
Infusion
Injected
Via earth's essences from the spirit
World's trove –- diluted like
As not, so must the concentration
Burst!-
Forgo the safety your caution
And pour
Forth all over:
Love your muse!
Mayhap your spirits intertwine,
Flowing together into one
Vessel -- matching with mixing: you mirth her joy
Love passioned, eternally.
Spoiler
Literally written in three minutes for my girlfriend while we were hanging out last spring. Also, the two lines to the center and right should have less spacing, but YWS doesn't allow for that 

