Bleary-Eyed Beauty Poem by M. A Heathcote

Bleary-eyed beauty, of aromas sweet
By tinctures of air on the lilac leaf.
Give me not one broken remote heartbeat.
That's been crushed of all scents; it's self-belief.
Be not the pallor of unending grief.
Be the hedge rose in rosiness - discreet.
A warm little dear, where all bees compete
Garden me a blush beneath your kerchief.
So that I might be your one knight's motif:
I'll draw a glance that others meet defeat.
Yours is the world above and below my feet.
The moon climbs on aural wings - stays too brief.
Such is the allure of the stars in Orbit.
My soul's heart, yours, spoken in a sonnet?