How is this poem? < pls b frank>?

The wind ruffled through his bronze hair
His face so close to mine.
How many times have I seen this face?
Yet,i can never get used to its shine

His marble-like skin sparkling like diamonds
Can anything be so fine?
As i sit here with this god-like creature
I fail to believe that he is all mine

Slowly,his lips form my favorite crooked smile
And he spoke my name in his wind-chime voice
His beauty too much to bear,
My heart recoilled

As i tried to control my heart beat
and tried to think clearly,
He layed his ear to my heart
And said that he loved me