sonnet Are you a saint

Are you a saint whos framed in golden glow?
Or do eyes mine accustom cataracts
I cant reroute rude gaze I claim you so
If love obsesses lode of sleep impacts
They say that youre too real I neednt know
A natural appearance fudging facts
A freshened virtuoso faint feet of crow
A grown up girl avoiding kiddie acts
And you lied like a lawyer omissions fibs
That youth and beauty stood as same and one
I hailed high held low nervous sunstruck done
On faded retinas I framed faint squibs
I play out pony yours in pastel hue
Im blinkers bound and loyal love you I view
Chorus hue shade tone