A Sonnet for my Muse

A Sonnet for my Muse:

A piercing angel's gaze hath my dear love,
At times I think she sees into my soul.
And when they cry, those eyes make Ev'rest move,
Grown men lose any form of self control.
Her hair, a curtain of vivacious hue,
Hides 'neath it her most astonishing mind
Whose wit is greater than my own times two,
Whose kindness always finds my better side.
Mysterious at times my dearest is,
I'll never know the way in which she thinks:
Whether she'll be with me in future far,
Or in his doting arms with fingers linked?
I simply cannot quit my love just yet:
I've such high hopes she'll be my Juliette