To My Lady

God made you very carefully
He set a star apart for it
He stained it green and gold with fields
And aureoled it with sunshine
He peopled it with kings, peoples, republics
And so made you, very carefully.
All nature is God's book, filled with his rough sketches for you.

~G.K. Chesterton: The Notebook.

(The occasion for the poem — Gilbert literally fell in love with Frances at first sight.)