Love and Poetic Struggles

The cool rays of the orange sun

do show the beauty of my love

and though my words and rhymes are weak

I cannot help this burning heat

that hides within my hungry heart

in hopes to write the perfect line

that showers her with love and praise

and justly does her beauty fame

Just a little piece I wrote while I was practicing my iambs. Hopefully in consistent iambic tetrameter. Any critiques would be appreciated. :) thanks!

https://m.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4jhwpb/mantra_of_an_alcoholic_with_a_broken_heart/d36yk7n

https://m.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4jhs44/every_morning_every_day/d36zhvj