sonnet Perhaps a shame I

Perhaps my shame I should so idolise
My lady love her look of spectral scope
Via pupils black in her pellucid eyes
Bioluminescent deuter water dope
As occult oceans up garnet crystals rise
She proves a pliant power plant of isotope
Shes tender nice and tough an envelope
Of hierarchy of quantum lows and highs
Her eyes exceed our sun and moon if moist
A many trillion years of water well
Her static spark of life in limpid gel
From morbid mood may haul away and hoist
If tender nice and tough in fine effect
Shes tender tough and nice I interject
Chorus effect aftermath conclusion