My Queen

Standing along a solitary alley

I saw my queen coming by

Her face as fresh as the dawn

Her eyes were deep as the sky

Her lips as tender as petals of rose

As brisk and crimson alike

Her hair like a cold breeze in tropic summer

Her smile like a rainbow across the clouds

Her walk had the grace of a mermaid

Seemed like God spared an angel

There I stood all by myself

and passed she by

like a fire in cold stormy night

Oh my almighty God

What more could I ask for?

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