QUEEN
The air you breathe is refreshing summer breeze
You are the beauty of the willowy pine trees
In the endless whirlpool of your dark eyes I see
The promise of unconditional love,
Stronger than my morning brew of tea
You smile like a blazing fire on a wintry night
Shedding warmth and forever glowing bright
Every sound that passes your lips— that with age are pale—
Will put to shame the music of any nightingale
You glide with the grace of a gentle swan
Yet hasten at times, like a spirited fawn
Of all sweet fragrance, yours is the most,
The smell of rich golden butter, dripping on a Sunday toast
Your greying tresses, flowing like a wave—
Your burning cheeks as you cook by the fireplace—
I remember them all— every sight is dear to me
And as for you, my Queen,
You are as precious as one can ever be.
1 comment:
It was an wonderful tribute to the person who was also the most precious woman in my life.
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